In spring, I walked home with the sadness of being misunderstood by my classmates. An aunt who just moved in gently stopped me: "I bought too many things." Can you help me get some? " I nodded, and she smiled gratefully at me, and the sadness in her heart disappeared instantly. I helped her and made myself happy. So later, whenever we meet, I will receive a smile. With this smile, I start every new day, end every full day, and love every beautiful day more. So, I was very moved to find that beauty lies in giving and returning. In every smile I meet-a smile around me, beauty forms a landscape.
In the summer of "reflecting the different colors of lotus flowers", I enjoyed the cool air and opened a brand-new collection of Song Ci. Read silently, experience carefully, and be moved by accident. The lofty sentiments and indignation of "a strong man is hungry for pork and laughs at the blood of Huns", the sadness and desolation of "the west wind blinds people thinner than yellow flowers", and the passionate and unrestrained "flying stones over the air, making waves and rolling up thousands of piles of snow" ... From then on, I fell in love with Song Ci and liked its grandeur and smoothness. So, I fell in love with Song Ci and found that beauty lies in the essence of words-Song Ci is by my side, and beauty forms a landscape.
In the autumn of "Frosty leaves are redder than flowers in February", I was collecting books at home and accidentally found some maple leaves sandwiched in the book. I don't know how many days they spent in the dark, but they are still flat and beautiful. Crimson veins contain indomitable spirit, just like the tenacity of branches in late autumn and the persistence of falling with the wind; Bright leaves are bright red, like a lamp full of hope, always shining in my heart. Then, I was inspired and found that beauty was in the maple leaf, and in the indomitable and hopeful spirit-the maple leaf was by my side, and beauty formed a landscape.
I always look forward to the next snow in the winter when the petals of ten thousand pear trees are blown open. White always reminds me of purity. Pure and fragrant lily valley, pure and selfless angel in pure and quiet clouds. Pure white covers up the filth, contributes the most beautiful color and purifies the soul. So I love white, and I find that beauty lies in the struggle of white, which is to purify my soul-white is by my side, and beauty forms a landscape.