Where there is you, there is scenery. 1 Chaoyang, have you; In the afternoon, there is you: at dusk, there is you; Under the moon, there is you. You are everywhere, you are everywhere, and the scenery is where you are.
Grandma, she is old, not as tough as when she was young, but her steps are still so vigorous. Although my hair has turned gray, my spirit is still full of vitality.
That evening, the sunset was still there, and I went out for a walk with you. The afterglow of the sunset shines on your silver hair and dyes it golden yellow. Looking at the sunset, I can't help but admire: "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." We also looked at the sunset and said, "Not old, still alive than Nanshan!" " "But you said," No, no, it should be old and strong! " I smiled, and grandma said, "Don't use words indiscriminately, son, or it will lead to great disaster. "Grandma with you will have the beauty of poetry. Where you are, there are cultural landscapes in ancient and modern China and abroad.
On that day, the school asked everyone to bring a traditional China art-paper-cutting. But I won't, so I'll ask grandma. I came home and shouted, "grandma, grandma." You came out laughing and said, "What's the matter?" I told you why. You said: "Paper-cutting is the traditional culture of the Chinese nation, so we should pay attention to techniques, origami and alignment." That's it, you started doing it. You are too skilled. Origami, alignment, holes. Under your hand, colorful and various paper-cuts will come out. The next day, I took my work to school and won the first prize at my age. Where there is you, there is traditional culture, and where there is you, there is beautiful scenery.
After the wheat, we went back to our hometown on vacation. I feel the wind blowing the wheat waves and the golden waves surging. I saw grandma in the field, and you asked me to help me with my work. I worked in the wheat field all day, picking up straw, ears of wheat and grains. After a busy day, my grandmother came home and said to me, "Nothing is as easy as you think. You should learn to save, because "it's noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil." "Where there are you, there are economical scenery.
You are everywhere, you are everywhere, where there is you, there is scenery.
Where there is you, there is scenery. At dawn, the bursting dawn weaves a piece of white yarn in the distant mountains. Chasing butterflies, stepping through the mist and going deep into the mountains.
At this moment, mottled yellow leaves spread peacefully in autumn in Chen Zhe. A roll of Shan Lan brushed gently and began to turn yellow, causing this group of elves to wander at my feet like flapping butterflies, and every rotation was elegant and incomparable. Have they bathed in the beauty of spring?
The lark sings and turns, catering to the crickets lying in the grass playing cello, writing a gorgeous autumn chapter. Although people often say "quiet", the cicada perched on the branch at this time actually moved its reddish-brown transparent wings and happily joined the grand concert.
Pushing open the barrier made of ferns, a river came into view. The water is so clear that you can see some swimming fish at the bottom of the river. The water is green, too, as green as natural jade. A mist floated by, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, leaves and soil, rippling on the river. Suddenly, a fish jumped out of the water and set off some white waves. Its glittering scales sparkled in the sun.
A stone bridge overlooks the river flowing eastward. When its mottled bridge is covered with moss, no matter how many years have passed, its determined posture remains the same. Water is soluble and the shadow is hazy, but the bridge has never changed. At the end of the bridge is a scarlet pavilion. It is like a wordless poet, staring silently into the distance. A dynasty thousands of years ago, did it also sing?
Let's put down the pen and close the textbook, let the hectic years pass slowly, let the impetuous heart fade away and let nature wash away. Isn't it a kind of beauty?
Where there is you, there is scenery. Stars will fall and orbits will move. I may never see you again, but the golden flower still blooms in my memory, so I won't forget that the scenery where you are is unique.
The winter sun shines on the snow-covered land, which is particularly soft. The road after the snow is still full of mud. I met you walking in the park on such a snowy day.
"In the near future, it must be a new atmosphere of spring water, spring forest, spring breeze and flowers!" You said happily. Yes, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
We continue to stroll in this beautiful park. You suddenly ran forward, as if you had discovered a new continent, which was very novel. I followed, oh, it was Bai Meihua. This gray is deep and weather-beaten, but it still has a tangy smell.
"Our friendship is as fragrant as plum blossoms!" Warm words came from my ears, which made me feel a warm current, and it lasted for a long time.
Lovely you, with a gentle voice, to tell the truth, keep my heart warm all the time. Yes, we study together, play together and spend every day happily together. When you are happy, you laugh with me; When you are in trouble, you face it with me. You are not only my pistachio, but also my antidote. How can friendship be more valuable than real gold?
However, we don't study in the same school now, so we seldom meet each other. Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet, and our friendship is very "golden", but no matter how many sunrises and sunsets we experience, I believe our friendship will never disappear.
After all, the world is just a small place. Taste the mellow fragrance of the years. Where there is you, there is scenery.
Where there is you, there is scenery. I only know you in the sway of reeds. ...
You fly freely, and reeds dance with you, as if everything has been given new life by you.
The chilly autumn wind blows, "sasha vujacic …", which is tight for a while and slow for a while, causing ripples in the lake. The thatched cottage by the lake doesn't seem to be as lively as spring. However, the autumn wind is still blowing, the reeds are still swaying, and the swaying reeds are scattered with gray tidbits. The autumn wind changed the reeds. I don't know when the green reeds began to turn yellow and dry up. The withered reed leaves may have been blown down by the autumn wind ...
In autumn, reeds are sad, the wind is scattered and the scenery is pleasant.
After a while, the chill grew stronger and the lake was covered with a thin layer of ice, which was crystal clear. If you look closely, it seems that reeds are swaying in the ice. The wind in winter is getting tighter and tighter, and the reeds are curled up, as if to keep warm. The underwater ice grows quietly, the ice is getting thicker and thicker, and the reeds in the ice are like an ink painting.
In winter, reeds are lonely, the wind is wanton, but the scenery is poetic.
The wind is getting warmer. At the beginning of a sunny day, a gust of wind blew and covered the lake with a hazy yarn, but the reeds pulled out new green buds. The lake slowly thaws, green reeds, red flowers ... everything is full of vitality and vitality. In early spring, when I went out, I was hit by a breeze and broke a reed. Bright green tidbits fly on my head, face and side, so refreshing!
In spring, reeds are jumping, the wind is comfortable and the scenery is colorful.
In summer, the water is covered with lush reeds, and the whole lake becomes a green ocean. The breeze is blowing, and the blue waves are rippling and intoxicating.
In the long summer, reeds are warm, the wind is unrestrained, and the scenery has temperature.
You plug in the wings of freedom, enough to fly; Only by putting aside worldly fetters can you master everything in nature. Your freedom, your freedom, your gentleness, your enthusiasm, you make everything have a different attitude because of you. Being with you is full of scenery.
Look, it's windy ...
Where there is you, there is scenery. In the evening, the sunset dyed the horizon red, and the changing clouds drifted gently. I sat on the balcony with a book in my hand and read it carefully. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of you sitting on the sofa, and I couldn't help but see that scene in my mind.
Monday morning, because I got up late, I washed up in a hurry and rushed out of the house. But because I was in such a hurry, I didn't find that I forgot my key. After a day's study, I walked home exhausted, and my mind was full of ABCD and math. At this time, I want to collapse in my beloved bed. Thinking of this, I quickened my pace.
Finally arrived at my door, as if suddenly found the light in the dark. I habitually unzipped my zipper to get the key, only to find that the mezzanine was empty. I suddenly panicked and turned my schoolbag upside down, but the key never appeared, and the books and papers scattered all over the corridor became a mess, just like mocking me.
I sat in front of my house in despair, slowly packed my schoolbag and looked up at the floor. After a while, my stomach let out a protest. I held back my hunger and took out a book to read.
Half an hour later, the elevator jingled. I suddenly came to my senses and looked up at you intently. I quickly got up, shook off the dust and walked up to you. "You, don't you work overtime?" You start shouting, "I want to work overtime. I was worried sick that you didn't call me tonight. What's wrong with you? " "I, I went out in such a hurry that I forgot my key." I whispered, feeling very wronged. After listening to my words, you froze. Raise a high hand in the air and pat it gently on my hand: "Tired, hungry?" You asked with concern. I feel guilty listening to your gentle voice. It's obviously my fault that I let you get off work early and forgot to call you, which worried you.
I looked up at your sweat. A tired expression. At this moment, my tears came down. Thank you for having you in my life. -My mother, in my world, only with you can there be scenery.
Where there is you, there is scenery. The morning sunshine passes through the layers of leaves, leaving a halo on me. Walking on the muddy path leading to grandma's house, the breeze blew, mixed with the smell of earth and various flowers, and the wet wetland fluttered on my cheek.
In September, the weather gradually turned cold, and after several autumn rains, the temperature rose again. In the afternoon, the sun shines obliquely, without the poison of summer. Warmly shining on the body, the breeze blowing, rolling up the leaves and dancing, it does have some autumn meaning.
Grandma sat under the osmanthus tree in front of the door, holding a needle and thread, cotton and cloth. There are already one or two small flowers on the tree, just shyly hiding behind the leaves and quietly sticking their heads out, but there are already flowers around. Grandma has already started making cotton-padded clothes for me for the winter. She always gets ready early, so that I can keep out the cold in time when winter comes. Grandma looked solemn and solemn, as if she were going to do something important. Her brow wrinkled slightly, which caused wrinkles on her face. She raised her reading glasses from time to time and sewed them quickly, with a smile embedded in her mouth.
Grandma is over 60 years old, her hands are not very good and she is a little wobbly, but her work is not bad at all and her feet are even. The wind blew away the yellow leaves, scattered flowers all over the tree, and messed up grandma's white hair, which shone brightly in the sunshine. Green trees, Hui Jin, and grandma who concentrated on sewing clothes merged into a beautiful landscape.
There is a golden crescent moon hanging in the dark blue sky, and the stars are hiding in the clouds to play. The moonlight shines on the house, covering the house with red bricks and blue tiles with a layer of white gauze, jumping through the heavy shadows and landing on the transparent window.
Grandma is an old pedant and pays special attention to my education and training. She tells me a meaningful story every night. Her fingertips with cocoons caressed my cheek, slightly itchy. Grandma's soft but slightly hoarse voice accompanied me to sleep with the bright moonlight. The bright moonlight shines on grandma, emitting holy light and becoming a beautiful scenery alone.
Grandma's palm is rough but warm, just like the autumn sunshine, light and gentle. Grandma, where you are, there are beautiful scenery.
Where there is you, there is scenery. You are a bright wheel in the sky, a bent jasper on the water, a piece of silver dew on the ground and a quiet scenery. You are the crescent moon on the horizon, the only scenery in the dark night sky.
The moon shadow under the tree is mottled. I like the moon very much, because it always brings me many beautiful fantasies, and because of its own "protagonist aura", this dark and horrible night has a quiet and sweet taste. Every night, I always pay attention to the mottled moonlight under the tree, like the moon falling from the sky and breaking the ground. At this time, I will always be full of poetry, but I feel that I can't describe it in words. I want to sing "Take a piece of moonlight back and put it in the book." Such a beautiful poem, for fear of disturbing the silence, leaves only a figure who stops to watch and is filled with emotion. You are tall and distant, which makes people helpless. You are kind and quiet, which gives people a feeling of closeness. You left me a broken landscape under the tree, which made me want to stay.
The underwater moon shadow is like jade. You are a generous month, and I always want to praise you loudly. Because of the "still shadows and heavy stones" of my predecessors, I dare not put pen to paper for fear of poor literary talent, but I also agree with the ancients. Your light and shadow sink into the water, like a jasper, white, crystal clear, delicate, dignified and elegant. On the calm water, your perfect arc is reflected, comparable to the "Ho" of that year, reaching fifteen cities. The breeze is blowing gently, and the water is a grand view of "floating gold" You reflected a piece of jasper in the water, leaving me a mellow and crystal-clear scenery, which made me memorable.
Under the window, the moon shadow becomes yarn. You only left people with distant thoughts, and many poets who moved to other places in ancient and modern times lost to you, expressing their inner melancholy to you. Now I also want to give you my heart and follow my old friends to other places. I want to feel sorry for those ancient and modern women. I can only express my thoughts through the moon and poetry, more three cups of candle wine or a heart. But, Moon, when can you send away this distant homesickness on time? You walked in the sky, leaving deep sadness and making me sad.
A crescent moon bends on the horizon, and you smile; Underwater moon shadow, listen; Wandering vagabond, do you think ...
Where there is you, there is scenery. I have different tempers, different personalities and different preferences, but I have become the best girlfriends. I changed you, and you changed me, all of which are subtle changes in the process of getting along.
In primary school, you liked to wear clothes and shoes made by your grandmother. The flower coat in winter is not special. There are a few flowers on the pink flower coat, and the thick cotton shoes are comfortable and warm. In spring, a shirt with flowers and a white square canvas coat are also unique. In summer, at the hottest time, your grandmother will make different coats and shorts, so that you can wear different clothes every day.
Now you put on fashionable clothes and stand there gracefully, which is a beautiful scenery.
I remember in the fourth grade, we went out to play together, a group of people gathered there, and you wanted to go, but I didn't like crowded places. I didn't expect to start handing out toys. You rushed into the crowd in despair. I'm used to you for a long time. I'm standing there waiting for you. Sure enough, after a while, you rushed out of the crowd, gave me a small box, turned around and rushed into the crowd again. I don't know what you are doing. Parents also blindly saw the lively crowd in front of the stage. I seem to be longing for it, but I still do it.
Stand still and wait for you. I asked what you were doing. You want to help me catch another one and put your hand out from behind. You have a box of exactly the same mud in your hand.
And that time, we went to sell books and newspapers together, and so did the students in your class. Newspapers were sold out soon, and then books were sold. The books are provided by your classmates, and there are many children of all ages. We sold our first book with the cooperation of Qi Xin of * * *, and it became more and more smooth in the future. I finally dared to go forward and recommend it to others. A kind-hearted aunt bought a book aged 3~6, and I happily took it to my aunt, who gave me two yuan. Finally, your classmate came to us for money. She said that the book was hers and should be given to her. I'm obedient, and I just want to take out my money. My sister stopped me and argued with her. Finally, we didn't give her money.
The place with you is a landscape.
Where there is you, there is scenery. 9. Flowers fall red and fall into the arms of summer nights, becoming a platform for grass insects and a new generation of nutrients.
In midsummer, when flowers bloom, it shows the roughness of green leaves and the beauty of youth. The fly in the ointment seems to be the patches of falling flowers, dirty mud and footprints in people's eyes, which really don't deserve this fairyland. Therefore, people ignore you, clean you up, and try their best to let your figure go with the wind.
But insects love you, and you are willing to turn your body into their paradise. Their existence seems to be a little sweeter in suffering. Professional singers, fiddling with soft strings, respond to the blurred night sky and play their admiration for the bright and full moon. There are hard-working pilots, sleeping on you sweetly. You gently hook a corner to keep it out of the night wind, and you are intoxicated in this environment. The blurred night sky, coupled with a golden sailboat, is even more beautiful without people's admiration and life. You, with your indifferent love for insects, are happy and willing to do your duty.
Flowers love you, and the land loves you. When you throw yourself into its arms, you bring richness. You are the nourishment of the land, resting on the thick sunshine, hiding in the depths of the remaining soil. In the field, assisting those delicate and dusty cheeks, like people in rural areas, has a rough appearance, but has a sincere heart that does not forget the roots, adding luster to the body with their own bodies. No wonder Gong Zizhen has that sentence: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Feelings.
Yes, you used to be a flower, and you were able to enjoy the sunrise. For some ulterior reason, you gave up this bright life. When I need you, I silently separate from myself, and finally I look at my hometown and become a fallen flower. On this road of no return, I am more indifferent, more responsible and more dedicated. Secretly, behind my back, doing the little things I need, the scenery is the most beautiful.
On the earth, patches of red are facing the sun and disappear silently. You have become a landscape.
Where there is you, there is scenery. There are scenery everywhere, but where you are, the scenery is unique. Father is a unique landscape in my life.
When I was a child, my father was an industrious taxi driver. Because my mother often has to work in a pharmacy and is busy, I will pick me up from school, buy me clothes, cook and teach me to do my homework. These big and small things are all on my father. Therefore, since childhood, my father has always been the image of a mountain in my heart. My father is as tall as a mountain, and my mother and I are like the forest on the mountain, growing by the mountain.
When I was a child, after school, my father worried that I was not safe at home alone. So I often take me to work in the car, pulling people and giving them away, and so on. Although you can't go out by taxi, it's also beautiful to look out the window and see the scenery outside. Looking back at my father, the sunset sprinkled on my face, and my father squinted at the front. At this time, the sun shines around this "mountain" and the scenery is unique.
My father is not only a kind person, but also a strict and humorous person. Speaking of which, I have inherited his impatience now! I still remember when I was a child, my father taught me to do my homework. I write slowly and my handwriting is not good. My father's impatience suddenly pulled me out and made me cry three times or two. At this time, it began to rain cats and dogs around this "mountain", which knocked my saplings to the ground. But I don't know why, my father laughed while cursing. Maybe it was because my poor little expression smiled at him, so my father began to coax me. At this time, the surrounding area of "Dashan" has turned from cloudy to sunny, and beautiful rainbows have also been revealed. It can be said that the rainbow will be seen after the storm. But I have to say that my father's sense of humor is one of the best in my heart.
Growing up under the care of my father, my mood is always changeable, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes nervous. The uniqueness of this landscape in my heart is that our hearts are always connected, our feelings are all related to another person, and family ties are always there.
Where there is a father, there is a "landscape", and the scenery is unique.
Where there is you, there is scenery. Your modesty has become the most beautiful scenery here, which makes me afraid to be proud.
How do you do English reading? "Under the podium, you also asked Xueba how to learn. English? It's not easy. I thought so in my heart, but I heard him explaining her method to you. Your focused eyes are staring at her, showing great respect and desire to learn.
Who will tell you the really useful method? I listened with such suspicion, trying to prove my point. If you think both options are right at this time, then you should analyze why this is right and why that is right.
This seems to have some truth.
You are all very modest.
Your figure gradually blurred in my sight, and I couldn't hear what she was saying. I can only see her serious figure sitting and gesturing, and I am shocked when you nod occasionally. I used to be so proud that the gap between them was so great that I even misunderstood you. The beautiful scenery touched me and infected me.
After asking, if you understand something, ask Chinese and math again. They all tell you their unique skills and experiences.
Later, you asked me again, and I told you without reservation, only because of my sincere appreciation and praise for your modesty.
Of course, you also introduced yourself to me. I just know, originally, there will be such beautiful scenery on the earth, I can always ask others for advice with an open mind, and I can always tell others what I know without reservation. Perhaps, this is because you have a beautiful dream and need your efforts to realize it, so you choose modesty.
Later I asked you, what grade are you in? "
Sixth. "
The fuller the ears of wheat, the lower the head. Sixth, we should not be too proud to get good grades, but also maintain the quality of modesty, which many people want to do but can't do, and how many people don't want to do. In the world of chasing dreams, there is always something called beauty growing in the dark, which is called modesty. I saw it in you. In my eyes, it is like a landscape, without any exaggeration, but with simple and moving beauty.
Where there is you, there is scenery. A beautiful life is like a beautiful scenery, and you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
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A cordial greeting is the scenery, a warm hug is the scenery, everywhere is the scenery, and where I have you in my eyes is the scenery.
To others, the teacher is an ordinary person who imparts knowledge, but to me, the teacher is not only a person who imparts knowledge, but also an inner listener. When I was in the sixth grade, my composition level was not very good, so my teacher came to the classroom to help me write my composition every day after class. The teacher said to me, "There are many ways to write a composition. You can use a letter with the same title and subtitle. " I did it according to the teacher's method, but the content was still not detailed enough. The teacher asked me to describe it in rhetoric. Since then, my writing level has improved, and I am very happy.
Once I lost my favorite pen, and I was very sad because it was a gift from my fourth-grade friend. The teacher saw me listless in class and said to me after class, "What's wrong with you?" What's on your mind? You can tell me and I'll share it with you. ""My favorite pen is missing. "Then I cried. The teacher said, "When did you find it missing? Where did it disappear? Let me help you find it. "I told the teacher the time and place. He Laoshi helped me find a class, but I couldn't find it. He told me, "It doesn't matter. Teacher, there is also a pen here, which is my favorite. He was given by my primary school classmate. Now I will give it to you. "I took the pen from the teacher, and I am very grateful to him. The teacher said to me, "If you have any difficulties or forms in the future, you can always ask the teacher. The teacher will always be your most loyal listener, and your body is body double. " "Mm-hmm" I nodded. In the future, I will tell the teacher every time I have something on my mind or encounter any difficulties. Teachers help me solve problems and share forms every time. Thank you, teacher. You are my most loyal listener.
Now I am in junior high school. Although this school is beautiful, I will never forget the time with my teachers.
Teacher, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. Where there is you, there is scenery.