The most beautiful composition 1 "If children all over the country can carefully select a few books they like and send them to the disaster area, it will be the calmest answer for the younger generation to the disaster. We can also hear the most beautiful reading sound in the world. " -Yu
Yesterday, a famous scholar came to Dujiangyan disaster area school to hold a book-giving ceremony for the activity "Let Love Spread More 99―― Shanghai primary and middle school students pass on love to students in Dujiangyan disaster area, Sichuan" initiated by him.
Donate ten thousand books to Dujiangyan.
Arrived in Chengdu late at night on May 6th. He appeared in front of reporters yesterday, wearing a dark suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He is still a familiar scholar. As a special representative, Mr. Yu personally sent tens of thousands of books selected by millions of primary and secondary school students in Shanghai to Dujiangyan. Yesterday morning, the book-giving ceremony of "Let Love Spread More 99" was held in Kuiguang Banfang School and Dujiangyan Puyang School.
The reporter saw at the scene that the books donated this time are mainly classics at all times and at all times, as well as Mr. Yu's works. After the donation ceremony, at 2 pm yesterday, Mr. Yu came to the board room of Dujiangyan human resources market again and gave a wonderful speech to nearly 2,000 Shanghai counterparts to support Dujiangyan post-disaster reconstruction headquarters cadres and Dujiangyan cadres and masses. Although it was very hot in the board room, the audience was still very focused and burst into warm applause from time to time.
Every one of us has struggled, no, we are still struggling. With struggle, your youth will become gorgeous and dazzling, and the struggling youth will be the most beautiful!
With struggle, your youth has added color. Without it, don't you feel that your life is so monotonous and boring? Struggle is an interpretation of striving for one's own goals. Just like becoming a butterfly, in order to survive, he must fight against cocoons. It is the most beautiful brilliance that adorns your youth and your best memories.
Maybe you will fall into the abyss, so please don't be discouraged. At least, you have struggled, and although you have failed, you should continue to persist. Remember, only struggle can see the light again, not collapse. Struggling youth is the most unforgettable and the most beautiful, isn't it?
Without struggle, the world will face darkness, blindly compromise and give up, and then win only failure and despair. Won't you feel sorry when you look back on these dark years in the future? Only by working hard to fill your blank youth can you show its value and become better!
Some people want to back down when they encounter difficulties, so you should regret losing so many opportunities. Someone once said, "How do you know the happiness of struggle without struggle?" Yes, you have the final say only if you have struggled. Retreat is synonymous with you, will you? Failure has become your old friend, and I believe you don't want to see it!
Don't be afraid, abandon the retreat in your heart, struggle, harvest your most beautiful youth, and don't let yourself leave regrets!
The most beautiful language of human beings is caring. These things are like songs of the soul, singing the beautiful melody of love and the true feelings of the world. Let the tearful stories be deeply engraved in people's hearts ... The northwest wind blew all night and swept the streets spotless.
On my way to school, the northwest wind stubbornly resisted in front of us. Pedestrians and vehicles are sparse, moving slowly, and cyclists are more careful, hunching their shoulders, holding their arms and staring ahead. "This weather is really troublesome." I muttered to myself.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man riding a bicycle in front of me fell heavily to the ground, and the thick soup hanging in the thermos flask spilled on another young man's leather jacket, which was stained with oil. Passers-by gathered slowly, thinking that another "war of words" was about to start. Unexpectedly, the young man didn't care to wipe the oil stains on his body, but quickly bent down and helped the middle-aged man up. The middle-aged man quickly apologized: "I'm really sorry. I am in a hurry to deliver meals to patients in the hospital. The road is slippery today, I am not careful. " Comrade, your leather jacket ... "People turned to the young man and saw that he took out a white handkerchief and wiped it, saying," Don't mind such a trivial matter. The soup you sent to the patient must be delicious. My leather jacket is really delicious, it tastes delicious! "Both of them laughed, and so did the others.
I looked at the gradually dispersed crowd, and I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I continue to walk to school, breathe fresh air and look at the blue sky. The most beautiful scenery in the world is this. ...
There are many beautiful scenery in the world, and everyone will see the most beautiful scenery in his heart, perhaps the majestic Great Wall in China, perhaps the majestic Huangguoshu Waterfall, perhaps the greetings from others, perhaps the spring flowers. But I think the most beautiful scenery in my heart is the snow in winter.
Snow is white and has various shapes. It is pollution-free and charming. I think they are a group of lovely elves, a symbol of purity.
Before it snowed, the original white clouds slowly turned into black clouds, mixed with red, orange and blue, changing endlessly. Dark clouds covered the blue sky like big crystals, and the sky suddenly became dark, as if to collapse and suffocate. It snows slowly. First of all, it is a small particle. After a while, it turned into goose feathers. Finally turned into autumn leaves. The Shushu has landed. I picked up a snowflake with my hand, fell into my hand, melted instantly and became a crystal bead. Isn't it a symbol of purity? I prefer these elves.
The snow is still falling, round as jade, light as fog, falling freely in the biting cold wind and falling to the ground to freeze pests; Fall on the grass and cover the grass with silver; Falling on walls, roofs and branches, the whole world turns white, just like a white watercolor painting!
The snow stopped, and my friends and I happily made a snowman and had a snowball fight in the snow.
It's snowing You are a symbol of purity, which makes people respect you more; You are the most beautiful dress in the world, covering everything on the earth with silver; You are a charming watercolor painting, amazing; You are the most beautiful scenery, which makes me love you more!
Composition 5 About the most beautiful topic In this world of singing and laughing, many people have quarreled and even fought with each other because of a trivial matter, resulting in some discordant notes. In fact, what we need most is a virtue-tolerance.
It is said that once upon a time there was an old Zen master walking in the yard. Suddenly, he found a chair in a corner, and he immediately understood that another monk had sneaked out to play. He silently moved the chair away and squatted in the corner. After a while, sure enough, a young monk sneaked back. He stepped on a chair in the dark. He didn't know that he was stepping on the back of the old Zen master, not the chair he put. When he saw the truth clearly, he was pale with fear and at a loss. And his master just said calmly, "It's too cold. Go and put on some clothes!" " "Then he left. The little monk felt very guilty. Tell other senior brothers about it when you go back. Since then, no one has gone out to play in the dark.
At this time, I also remembered an old story. In the early summer of 20xx, when Shan Ye violets were in full bloom, I saw a touching moment. A girl about my age, beside a bunch of violets, sprinkled water carefully. I saw big and red peaches there. It was heaven. After the little girl left, I ran to pick it and just stepped on the violet. When the little girl came out, I was shocked and froze. I just heard her say, "Please smell your feet." I smell it. Ah, what a sweet smell of violets!
You stepped on a violet and it died. But leave a fragrance under your feet-this is the truth of tolerance!
Some people say that Mount Everest is magnificent, magnificent and majestic, and it is the most beautiful scenery. Some people say that the Loess Plateau is the cradle of China's ancient culture and the most beautiful scenery. Others say that the West Lake is beautiful and elegant, and it is the most beautiful scenery ... but I don't think so, because in my heart, I always think that the small garden in front of the building is the most beautiful scenery.
I still remember that in the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, I took my sister and brother to buy snacks, patched together a pack of instant noodles and a pack of French fries, and then ate snacks and played games with my sister and brother in that small garden. At that time, we always bullied my brother, but when my brother cried, we had no choice but to coax him.
Another time, my skipping rope fell into the pool in the garden. I asked my brother and sister to come over. After coming, we thought about it. What should we get by skipping rope? Yes, a wooden stick, but where is it so long? Just then, my brother found a long stick, and we carefully put it on the water. Then, we slowly approached the skipping rope and quickly fished it up. "Well done! Great! " The elder sister said to the younger brother. The younger brother replied, "Thank you, it's not that I'm too good, but that someone is too-stupid!" " Say that finish, my brother ran away. My sister came to her senses and shouted, "You little villain!" Then run over.
This small garden looks ordinary, but it has some good memories of my childhood. So in the eyes of others, it is nothing compared with those scenic spots, but in my heart, it is the most beautiful.
The most beautiful composition 7 Late at night, the street lamp was on, and my mother was busy doing housework and sitting on the sofa to have a rest. I snuggled up to her and saw my mother's hands covered with wrinkles and felt rough; Mother's hands have thick cocoons and feel hard. Although mother's hands are full of wrinkles, they are also full of mother's love for us.
I remember when I was one month old, I was a baby strawberry with a tumor the size of a strawberry on my shoulder. Although the tumor is big and red, it doesn't hurt at all, but my mother is still very worried. Then beautiful hands led me around hospitals and clinics, and doctors and uncles all said, "Don't worry! No need to rub medicine. When you grow up, the tumor will naturally retreat. "
Sometimes the tumor will become red, swollen and big, and mother doesn't know what to do. Whenever my mother bandages me, I'm afraid the tumor will break, so my mother is always careful when she bandages me. In this way, my mother and I have been holding hands for countless years. It was not until I was eight years old, that is, when I was in the second grade of primary school, that the tumor gradually receded and finally put down the stone that my mother had been hanging in her heart for eight years.
Mom's hand is the most beautiful hand in the world. When I learned to climb and walk, it was my mother's hand that pulled me forward step by step; When I was crying and helpless, it was my mother who touched my head and hugged me with those hands; When I was sick, it was my mother who accompanied me day and night with those hands. Whenever I think of my mother's hand, my heart is filled with infinite happiness and gratitude. Mother's hand is like a street lamp, shining forever and guiding us forever. It was my mother's warm hands that led me through the ignorant days. One day, I will hold my mother's hand as I did when I was a child. Thank you for your traction and companionship along the way.
On Sunday morning, I got up early and strolled in the streets of Licheng, enjoying the pleasant scenery of the city in the early morning.
Walking in the street, I looked at the east, only to see a light passing through the clouds, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on people's faces, and coated with a layer of Hui Jin, as if giving each morning glow a title and everyone's hair. At the same time, I felt the morning in my ears, the noise was cool and silent, the horn of the car was ticking, and only the morning wind sang in my ears, blowing a little hair on my body.
People who run in the morning are enjoying the beauty of natural ecology from nature and can run leisurely. Seeing such a scene as China, I also sincerely yearn for it, and I can't help joining the morning running team. Running and running, the immediate problem is that students have a "beautiful cultural landscape." In a city square on the side of the road, there are dozens of children wearing red clothes, holding flower fans, smiling at us, waving their hands and twisting their waists, dancing in the morning breeze, which seems to be very happy. Some people who stopped to watch also used force for it. It seems that they also want to enter their territory.
In the morning, when many people want to go, I am deeply moved by the fresh air, beautiful scenery and leisurely mood. I think of a sentence taught by the teacher: a day's plan lies in the morning. I want to get up early every Sunday morning, go out for a walk and integrate into the environment and society, from morning to a better tomorrow.
A composition on the most beautiful topic 9 I read the famous writer Lao She's article "Raising Flowers" a few days ago. Because I admire Lao She's works for a long time, I read them carefully in my hand. This paper introduces the author's experience in flower cultivation through his own practice. After reading this article, I gained a lot. "If you don't work, you can't keep a flower. Isn't that the truth? " I have a deep understanding of this sentence in the article. If you do something, you have to pay, and if you don't pay, you will have the fruits of your labor. That's just a daydream, you'll accomplish nothing!
Take my study as an example. I used to be so lazy that I didn't even want to take notes in class. When they arrive at the exam, they "cram for the Buddha's feet", often exhausted and their grades are not good. My mother said to me, "I'm good at technology and diligent, but I'm wasting my time." "So I want to get rid of my bad habits and pay attention to my study." It is better to let mental and physical labor be properly regulated, which is beneficial to body and mind than taking medicine. "I have a deeper understanding of this. I'm in the graduating class now. Study is tense, homework is increasing, and exams have become a common occurrence. I have to do my homework with my brain full of knowledge when I come home from school every day. So race against time, but it backfired, often dizzy after a while, and after a long time, I feel that my eyes shine, as if a book is flying; Familiar with neat words, become like jagged weeds. Later, I saw "Planting Flowers" and realized that learning for a period of time and taking a rest can get twice the result with half the effort!
After reading this article, I benefited a lot, not only got the real connection of life, but also learned a good learning method, killing two birds with one stone!
If you want to ask me which season I like best, I will not hesitate to say: autumn. Although spring is charming, it is too calm; Although summer is energetic, it is too hot; Although it is quiet in winter, it is too cold. Only autumn is a brand-new season.
In autumn, red maple leaves are covered with trees, and a large forest is dyed red. Who doesn't appreciate this beautiful scenery?
Autumn is a beautiful season. It has the charm of spring, the vitality of summer, the tranquility of winter and its own unique charm.
Autumn is the harvest season. Melon and fruit are fragrant, and the fruit hangs on the branches. How can they not be loved? At this moment, it is the moment of life. All life is growing, blooming and bearing fruit. ...
Autumn is the season of missing. "Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang City and want to write a book." All my thoughts are gathered at this moment.
Autumn wind rises quietly, and autumn leaves fall quietly. People who love autumn fall into the arms of autumn and write magnificent poems in autumn.
Autumn once again gave me courage. From then on, no matter success or failure, no matter happiness or sadness, no matter whether the future is flat or thorny, I can calmly face it with a calm mind, continue to go my own way and create my own world.
Thank you, Qiu. You will always be beautiful in my heart, because you left me a philosophy of life. Regardless of the migration of time, I will say: autumn is the most beautiful!
The most beautiful composition 1 1 The noise of the city and the neon at night have become people's yearning; The falsehood of the network and the stimulation of the game make the paralyzing things become the favorite. What occupies our hearts? What attracted our attention?
I began to pursue, to pursue the cleanliness of the soul, to pursue the most beautiful blank in my eyes, a blank without any impurities or pollution.
Looking around, there are no people, only a quiet and elegant, extraordinary and refined, no intrigue, no flashing neon lights, no traffic, and some are dull and quiet, which makes people throw away all other thoughts. Perhaps, that simple but elegant, blank is the most beautiful scenery in my eyes!
One by one, I can't see joy, sadness and sorrow from the expressions of all newborns. Perhaps, I can only see the blank realm of "not being happy with things, not being sad for myself" from their uncontaminated bodies. It is precisely because there is a big gap in their hearts and minds that they have that kind of ignorant but brilliant smile and that kind of reckless action.
With the advance of the wheel of history and the development of social form, more diversified information is injected into our lives and enriched continuously. That we have long ignored the fairy house of plainclothes. It has not left a place in our thoughts and hearts.
I don't know when, that kind of pure, simple, plain and clean can return to the home of the soul. Perhaps, when we are tired of the secular, we will understand that the most beautiful thing is the blank in plain clothes.
The most beautiful composition 12 The sun shines obliquely, sprinkled on me, sprinkled on the yard, and sprinkled on this quiet country. ...
It's rare to finally come to Dongsha ancient town. The weather is so good. From eleven o'clock to two o'clock at noon, the sun is getting warmer and warmer, even a little dazzling. After lunch, I walked out of the door: I don't know what it would be like in this rare warm winter sun.
Old people naturally won't miss this fine weather. They took all the quilts out of the house, put some stools in sunny places, spread them on them, and let the sun dry the moisture. Presumably in the evening, the quilt will be warm and give off a good smell of sunshine!
The dog lies lazily in front of his house to keep warm, squinting, drooping his ears, leaning his head on the steps, curling up, his front legs slightly leaning forward, occasionally wagging his tail or scratching his ears with his hind paws, which looks very comfortable. Next to the dog, there are several pots of well-cared chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemum in the sun spreads its petals, and it is no longer so shy, as if it were a halo in the sun. A bunch of yellow ones are really nice.
Walking to the moat, the river was slightly rippled by the wind. The river is a little warm, not so biting. Two or three anglers appeared by the river, holding their cheeks and looking at the rippling water.
Move a cane chair and sit in the yard. Occasionally, the wind doesn't feel so cold, and there is even a trace of warmth, basking in the sun, like sitting by a heater. This kind of sunshine makes people feel comfortable and a little tired. ...
Under the warm sunshine in winter, this lazy country in the afternoon has become a silhouette, a most beautiful painting, which is treasured in my heart. ...
The most beautiful composition 13 aunt strode into the dormitory and smiled and nodded at the neat and beautiful wardrobes of her roommates. When she looked at my wardrobe expectantly, Wan Li's face was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Then, I did my trick-the lion roared, "overlap all the clothes!" "
Alas! I had no choice but to get out of bed, go to the wardrobe with a sigh and lazily take out my clothes and fold them.
I can never fold clothes properly, and I don't know if my hands are strange. I can write well, but I can't fold clothes or anything. I can only frown and try to stroke my clothes again.
What a nuisance! I bit my lip and folded it.
"Sister Yue Yun, let me help you!" Gentle as the sound of spring breeze. Before I could answer, he went straight to me and began to fold it seriously!
"In the afternoon, do you have an exam?" It suddenly occurred to me that Yue was still lying in bed trying to review. "It's better for you to review!" ! After all, the exam is more important ... "
"Oh, it doesn't matter! It won't take long to fold clothes. I can read books later and in the afternoon. Not afraid! " Yue's voice is still as warm as jade, although the volume is not big, but it is very firm. She never stopped her movements.
I suddenly felt an inexplicable joy, and I wanted to laugh, which was the kind of happy smile.
I did, too. Maybe it's an illusion. It feels cool to fold clothes with writing hands. I'm in a good mood and much happier. Yue folded them all into small pieces of tofu and put them neatly together before going back to sleep and reading.
I suddenly understood a sentence: your roommate is your sister.
The most beautiful composition 14 a girl in a white velvet dress is dancing, and her blue eyes are a little arrogant and provocative-see? I am the best.
Today, Xiao Jia is a well-deserved protagonist.
As a master of hand painting, I invited Jony J to a competition today. I was in a hurry in the morning and forgot to bring my marker, so I had to look at this pencil drawing awkwardly.
"I won." Say that finish, Michelle turned to leave, with a hint of aloof and ridicule in her back.
"Michelle, you listen up! Tomorrow, I must compete with you! "
Michelle suddenly stopped, turned and walked back to sit down. For a long time, Michelle said slowly, "Really? I am waiting for you. "
This Michelle is really arrogant.
A new day.
I came to the art classroom and sat down slowly, only to find that Jony J had stood there waiting for me.
For a long time, Xiao Jia said softly, "Thank you, and I'm sorry." Afraid of being heard.
"It doesn't matter."
"Thank you, but thank you for letting me know this: painting is a competition of hearts, and works made without hearts can never touch people's hearts." Michelle said, "I'm sorry, because I shouldn't have treated you like that yesterday." I want a fair competition. Did you bring a marker? "
"Well, I did it."
"So, let's get started."
From her every stroke and every line, we can see that her painting skills are extraordinary. I was a little surprised to start coloring. She is especially good at dealing with light and shadow. I didn't expect her to be a hidden master of painting. I really underestimated him. This is the first time that I have read her works carefully.
As I expected, her works, like her personality, always have a trace of loneliness in her expression.
"You win, I lose." Xiao Jia smiled softly for the first time. "I will learn from you, erase my pride and make my smile reappear."
Because, smile is the most beautiful.
One autumn, a young couple came hand in hand to the maple grove by the river. Girlfriend snuggled up to her boyfriend's shoulder, looked at the beautiful maple grove as summer, and whispered that she loved the brilliant maple leaf. My boyfriend traveled all over the forest, picked the most beautiful maple leaf in his heart and gave it to her. My girlfriend was so excited that she answered with a kiss and promised to love him forever in my life.
Another year, when the fallen leaves covered the riverbank again, the young people walked into the burning maple forest alone, sat on the stone bench for a long time silently, then walked through the whole maple forest, picked a flaming maple leaf, hid it in a notebook and left sadly.
Decades have passed, and the young man is as white as hemp now. But whenever the fallen leaves float all over the river bank and the maple leaves are like fire, he will come over and pick the most beautiful maple leaves from the whole maple forest and cherish them with his heart.
Another year, the maple leaves turned red and the old man didn't come.
Another year, when the fallen leaves covered the riverbank and the maple forest was like a brilliant sunset, another old man came here, leaning on a cane and holding an old specimen album in the other hand. She sat on the stone bench, carefully turned over the delicate maple leaves, read the sad message word by word, and tears fell silently. The autumn wind messed up her pale hair and dried the tears on her face. The old man moved slowly, walked through the whole maple forest, picked a deep red maple leaf and put it in the specimen book.
Another year, the maple grove is still on fire, but there is no one on the stone bench.
From then on, when the maple forest was red and the long riverbank was decorated with colorful leaves, many young couples came here, traveled around the maple forest, picked beautiful maple leaves and gave them to those who loved each other the most.