Maybe everyone has a different understanding of beauty. Looking good is a kind of beauty; The picturesque scenery is a kind of beauty. The inspirational slogan posted on campus is beauty; A caring greeting between classmates is beauty, an encouraging smile from teachers is beauty, and an enthusiastic help from people is beauty!
That morning, it rained heavily like a gourd ladle. I hardly dare to go out without an umbrella. After cleaning the dormitory, I stood quietly at the door and prayed. Can it rain a little less so that I can have breakfast and go to class quickly? Seeing that the class time is coming, I am like an ant on hot bricks, looking out of the window. Suddenly, I saw a man walking towards the classroom on the central road through the window. Hey, isn't that Guo Kai? But I thought, "He won't help me, will he? He has always been a famous person in my class who doesn't study. He likes to play tricks on people, talk back to teachers, and fight with classmates ... classmates don't like him very much, and I usually take care of him. Today he won't just retaliate against me. " However, today I have no choice but to give it a try. So I called him over. He gave me a lazy look and replied "Oh". Listening to his voice, I feel desperate. I looked anxiously out of the window, hoping to see other students again. "Hey, Guo Kai is here!" In the heavy rain, Guo Kai walked straight to me with an umbrella in one hand and my umbrella in the other, and said simply, "Here, take it." Pass me the umbrella. His shoes are wet, and so are his clothes, because he ran in a hurry. Think about your doubts just now, and I really regret it. I'm embarrassed to say "thank you, Guo Kai". "Thank me? No, go eat quickly, it's time for class. " He smiled at me, turned and rushed into the heavy rain.
I am glad that I am not careless and have not forgotten this beautiful picture. Over and over again, savor it carefully ... a meaningful famous saying comes to mind: life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. I know that the beauty in life is precisely because of these quiet and constant changes. From cells to the universe, everything is beautiful because of change.
There are many beautiful things in the world, including beautiful things, beautiful people and beautiful scenery … everywhere. We just lack a pair of beautiful eyes.
Beautiful scenery is the most appreciated and favorite beauty of painters, poets and tourists, and it is also the place that most people remember. Beautiful scenery is everywhere around us. In every corner, someone may say, "Where are the beautiful scenery around us?"? Just a few buildings, a few flowers and a few trees. " No, it's just that people don't watch carefully.
When the sun sets, the blue sky suddenly turns red, as if it were burnt. How beautiful it is! This red, red through the eyes, red through the soul, so that everyone's mood is as warm as fire; Yuzhu, a humble little guy, seems so small in people's world, but in my eyes, it is beautiful. When it rains, thousands of raindrops fall from the sky in Qian Qian, just like diamonds. Falling to the ground is like countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing beautiful and moving music. Rain beads, it also moistens the earth, and the plants that moisten the earth let them suck the sweet rain beads, which is so cool! Fog is a shadowless thing in the world. When I came out, my eyes were white, just like a girl's white gauze skirt dragging across the ground, and like a high waterfall in thousands of feet, it slowly fell from the highest place and landed in every corner; "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Grass, a strong plant, is stronger than them without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees. It never bows its head in the face of storms. When the wildfire is about to burn out, its green figure will be everywhere as long as the spring breeze blows. Mei, a familiar "name", will drill out one or two petals from the snow every time from the cold winter. It is admirable that her little Mei has such great courage.
Seeing beautiful women is also a great pleasure and enjoyment in life. Enjoy, care for and observe nature, and you will find hidden beauty, whether it is flowers or grass, with its own characteristics, special beauty and extraordinary beauty. Every living thing and thing growing on the earth is beautiful, and beauty is everywhere. Become a caring person in nature with me, observe and enjoy it!
In life, there are many beautiful moments, all of which pass quietly inadvertently. Years go by, once in a hundred years, beauty slips away from your fingers like fine sand, leaving only endless aftertaste.
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1. "Dancing softly"
I cast a beautiful image at sunset. Ye Er sang softly with the breeze, danced in the air, sometimes circled, sometimes danced up and down, and sometimes chased each other ... The last waltz in the air was elegant, graceful and decisive, without a trace of regret. For the last time, she gazed at the tree affectionately, and at the last moment of her life, she interpreted her beauty. When Ye Er was in close contact with the earth, she fell in love with fragrance. At that moment, it was such a perfect interpretation of "fallen leaves come back to their roots and there is no mouth when they come"!
Another autumn, another autumn rain and another cold. It is another year of helpless laughter, and it is the time when the autumn wind blows.
Fallen leaves, how beautiful!
2. Almost perfect parabola
Like black velvet, it cuts through the night sky, leaving star marks, fleeting, leaving a nearly perfect parabola for the sky, and also leaving people with flawless hopes and regrets. I was dazzled by my eyes and my heart. The moment of beauty made me elated and suddenly enlightened. I saw the light and sensitive dance steps of Daughter of Hope, which was intoxicating. At this time, I also saw the colorful light of hope, and I was addicted to it. Perhaps the meteor is so beautiful because it is fleeting!
The meteor finally reappeared, how many days and nights of waiting, how many tears of disappointment … I came to the moonlight, embraced the meteor and saw you coming to me.
Meteor, how beautiful!
3. The rhythm of snow
Listen, the falling snow in the gray sky condenses with the ice at the moment of landing, and the gripping snow rhyme echoes in my heart for a long time, no less than the shock accumulated from my heart for a long time. The surface of all objects is covered with an unadorned white coat, and the distance is faint with smoke. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even people's hearts are purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. Snow has incomparable warmth and hope.
Snowflakes, how beautiful!
Fallen leaves are the witness of time, meteors represent the prosperous ending of a story, and snowflakes represent beauty and purity. They explained the beauty of the last moment of life, which was so touching. It is precisely because of these countless beautiful moments that this perfect eternity is constructed. Embrace beauty, you can gain a peace and feel a happiness. Look at the sky and clouds, measure the rain and snow, and don't care about the insurmountable eyesight, because where the eyesight is, there is the most beautiful place, and beauty is everywhere. A comfort when you are sad, a smile when you are lost, and a greeting when you are lonely can all give people beautiful enjoyment.
If there is an angel, it must be her; If there is a fairy in the world, it must be her; If there is a saint in the world, it must be her. She is our first teacher-Miss Wang.
When I first met Mr. Wang, I made an evaluation in my mind. If we carefully observe her appearance, we will find that her deep eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky at night; If you stare carefully, you will see the slender white jade arm, which is more thorough than the milky moonlight; If you look closely, you will see silky hair, smoother than a trickle, a firm nose and a small cherry mouth. The whole person is brighter than the sunset and brighter than the tracts.
But the beauty of Mr. Wang not only appears in appearance, but also radiates from the depths of personality. She is enthusiastic, lively, humorous and informal ... the most important thing is her love for students.
Once, in order to encourage me, Miss Wang praised my efforts in class. Whenever my classmates look at me with admiration, I feel proud and grateful. Ah, Miss Wang, I will never forget your encouragement to the students.
It was the first semester of junior high school. I accidentally fell down and broke my bone. I was sent to the infirmary, and Miss Wang was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Pain crept up my leg quietly, like a poisonous snake, deadly and rapid. I kept moaning and gasping, trying to struggle to grasp the straw of life. Every breath is like the last stroke of my life. I feel dizzy and almost faint. At this time, Teacher Wang knelt by the bed and whispered, "Don't cry, Hong Tao, don't cry." Wipe away my tears with warm hands, constantly comfort me and relieve my pain.
When I was recuperating at home, Miss Wang did not forget to visit me and help me with my Chinese. When I fell into the swamp of darkness and pain, only Mr. Wang was my joy and hope. It's like I'm stuck in a quagmire of pain. Teacher Wang is like a big hand, pulling me out of the quagmire. I feel like falling into the darkness, and Miss Wang is like a bright light to drive away the darkness for me.
Miss Wang, your beauty lies not only in your appearance, but also in your heart. You are my happiness, my guide, a milestone in my life and the most precious part in my memory. If there is an enlightenment teacher in the world, it must be her; If there is a bosom friend in the world, it must be her; If there is anyone in the world who is not a relative but is better than a relative, it must be her.
She is a teacher who talked and laughed with us and walked with us for a year.
I saw it, so beautiful. ...
Miss Wang!
In mid-September, I signed up for the school sports meeting 1000-meter long-distance running.
In order to get the best results in the exam, from the day of registration, I went running with several classmates on the playground as soon as school was over. On the first day, I only ran with my schoolbag on my back once, and my legs and feet were sore and uncomfortable. I don't mind running every day. As time goes on, the number of laps increases gradually. Although my back aches and my legs ache, there is only one voice in my heart: "Stick to it!" "In this way, I run three times in the playground every day until the day before the game.
The exciting sports meeting has finally arrived. Our second-grade men's 1000m long-distance running is divided into three groups, each group has 16 athletes. It's our group's turn to play. The athletes stood at the starting line, ready to start. A gunshot, they rushed out like arrows. I know my own advantages and disadvantages: I can't explode, but I can slowly speed up and fight a protracted war with others. Seeing me in the back, Liu Zihua anxiously told me to run faster. He called Le Jia to me calmly to save my strength. I continued to accelerate. "Keep walking!" The voice rang in my heart, and I surpassed many players. At the end of the first lap, my foot pressed hard. "Hold on, keep moving!" " "And passed in front of two people. Now there is only one player in front of me, but I am with him for 50 or 60 meters, which makes him feel out of reach. He is still making rapid progress. I don't want to fall behind, but after a lap, the gap has basically not changed. I am very disappointed. "Move on! "My inner voice constantly reminds me not to be discouraged. I put all my strength on my legs and gritted my teeth. The gap finally narrowed to two or three meters. My classmates were cheering for me when I passed our class. I am very encouraged. Despite the pain in my calf and dizziness, I slowly surpassed the contestants and won the first place in the small group.
After the race, I waited anxiously, and finally broadcast the final result: "Meng, the third place in the second-grade men's long-distance running 1000 meters!" " I am relieved, I know my efforts have not been in vain.
This competition has honed my will and let me see the beauty hidden in my heart-persistence and progress!
On Sunday, it snowed on a cold day. It's been brewing for a long time, and finally it snows.
From the light snow in the morning to the heavy snow at noon, it has been raining without stopping. Everything is covered with a thick layer of snow, clean and flawless. Outside is a fairy-tale world, wrapped in white, especially enchanting. The elves danced in the air, and their elegant dance was fascinating. It is the sky that gives them color and the earth that gives them a stage. They sang and danced with their friends, then fell to the ground, turned into water, turned into ice, and never parted. What could be more precious than this profound friendship?
Walking aimlessly on the road, letting the snow fall everywhere, it is very cold. It hasn't snowed so heavily for a long time. Of course, I think it is extremely precious, but my fellow travelers seem a little careless and complain about the inconvenience caused by the weather. The children, on the other hand, showed innocent smiles and touched the snowflake innocently, but when it fell on them, it quickly melted. Good things are always short-lived, and you must cherish them after you have them.
I love these elves. They are the masters of winter. They give winter vitality and make it shine. Snow, white and flawless, is a symbol of innocence and unyielding. The injustice of Dou E's bloody June day, the red color, added another strength to this firmness and purity.
Snow, still falling, has not stopped, I don't know when it will rain. Whenever it rains, it is short-lived. Calm down and look at the snow, and you will have unexpected gains.
The scenery is beautiful and people are drunk.
Miss Qiu came to Zhougang Chrysanthemum Garden with light steps, bringing the most beautiful chrysanthemums, which made my heart beat.
I have never seen such a dense and vigorous chrysanthemum sea. Some chrysanthemums hide in the house like shy little girls, some bloom like lively children, and some hang on the branches like fiery red sun. I look at this furry chrysanthemum. It is deep and shallow green, purple, blue, white as snow, yellow as gold, and red is better than flame. It blooms densely on the big green interlining, the wind blows flowers, blows off colorful rain and is enchanting all over the world. At this moment, I can't help but think of a poem describing chrysanthemums: "It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless." I can't help loving this chrysanthemum deeply. I never thought she was so full of energy. Autumn gave her magnificent beauty! I put the tip of my nose close to the small petals, and the angel-like flowers constantly exude a faint fragrance, which permeates the world. She kept flowing into my heart and made my mood happy at once. If you don't look carefully, who will know that the fragrance of the world is actually emitted from this "perfumer" hiding in the green leaves. She silently fragrant the world, but never showed off; She shows her beauty to her heart's content, but she is never proud; She faces the wind, Ao Shuang, but never bows her head. That calm, that selfless dedication has aroused my infinite respect.
Autumn gives chrysanthemums beauty. With the footsteps of autumn, I suddenly feel that I am separated from myself. I quietly listened to the crooning of autumn wind, and enjoyed chrysanthemums heartily, so that they touched the tenderness in my heart and turned into a hymn: "Autumn chrysanthemums are colorful and colorful. To say who can match, the flowers are speechless. "
Writing in the second day of junior high school in the United States always looks at the gentle waves and slow rivers on the banks of low clouds and breezes, twisted ducks swimming in reeds, and old people smoking hookahs on the wooden docks where they fish.
Mostly in early autumn, rows of small tile houses braved faint white smoke, tied yellow dogs yawned, and children ran with bamboo-framed paper kites, dusty and staggered.
Plain as water.
Rugao floats on the water. In the countryside, there are several large and small rivers within a few steps. Most of them are men carrying water, and some women are washing clothes. The water is not clear or turbid, and the boiled water is a bit like a simple smile of a travel-stained child, tasteless but not tasteless. The old people in the village never drink direct tap water, even if it is clear. Asked in time, he just said, "This river is delicious!"
Indeed, I have seen the romantic scenery of Yangzhou Canal, the surging waves of Huangpu River in Shanghai, the Ma Benteng of Hukou Waterfall in Shaanxi, the romantic fireworks of Thames and the graceful flow of Danube. ...
However, although Liangyuan is good, it is not a long-term love of home.
I will always be attached to the river in my hometown Rugao. There are no mountains around, no songs and dances, no arch bridges to cross, just plain advection.
The fish in the water always sink to the bottom, can't find the trace, and always feed freely at the bottom of the river. Just like the life of Rugao people. I get up at seven or eight in the morning and go downstairs to buy a soybean milk biscuit. I have nothing to do, just take a walk in the park to see who is playing chess. I also leaned in to watch the fun. As soon as I saw that it was going to rain, I said, "Hey, go home and collect clothes." Wretched and grounded, as if this is an idle old man.
But it was when the whip of the world was raised quickly and quickly that Rugao people went into the teahouse and ordered a steaming cup of tea, without urging, because they always knew which step to take next.
Just like Rugao River, there is no nine-bend ileum, no branches and tributaries, and it flows slowly to the established goal from beginning to end.
Confucius said: the deceased is like this; Romance of the Three Kingdoms wrote the river of no return; Xin Qiji said that the rolling Yangtze River is a thoroughfare. Rugao river also has a Tao, which is the Tao of Rugao people, but it is hidden in the heart.
True water is pregnant and delicious. Spring is pink and green, summer is full of flowers, autumn is full of wheat waves, and winter is covered with silver. He always flows like this, neither happy for things nor sad for himself. The mountains are too thick and the clouds are too frivolous, so there is this river, which is full of thousands of green creatures in the highlands, not noisy or proud.
At sunset, fishermen put away their nets, lazy dogs got up and returned to their nests, and several tits appeared in the grass, with thin running water in their ears, as usual. Still flowing without waves, below the horizon, it is probably the end, not in the crowd, not sinking into sorrow, from beginning to end, unhurried, melting all feelings into a indifferent smile, probably the aesthetic avenue of Tao and Rugao.
The storyteller happily drank a big bowl of tea soaked in river water and smacked his lips: "It's so beautiful, so beautiful, you should drink freely!" " "
Beautiful, I'm Rugao!
The second day composition 9 sanitation workers. With so many people in the world, who can care about them? They always serve us silently.
Who cleaned the road so clean on the way to school early in the morning? Who keeps the streets full of dust and garbage spotless? It's the uncles and aunts of sanitation workers!
It was after five o'clock, and we were still sleeping. We heard the sound of "brush, brush, brush" early in the morning, which was the sound of the sanitation worker's aunt sweeping the floor. At ten o'clock in the evening, we all slept and heard the sound of "brushing", which was also the sound of the sanitation worker's aunt sweeping the floor!
Sometimes, when we walk on the main road, who will really see those sanitation workers? Who will respect them? Some people keep saying that they should respect those humble people. Do those people really respect them?
In fact, who do I think is worthy of our respect in the world? Sanitation workers!
Without sanitation workers, our world will be dusty and our earth will be on the verge of extinction. How dirty the world would be without sanitation workers. I don't believe anyone wants to live in a dusty place where garbage smells everywhere.
Uncle and aunt, I want to pay tribute to you, I want to learn from you, and I want to contribute silently to you without regrets!
Thank you-dear uncles and aunts of sanitation workers!
Early in the morning, a middle-aged man in a yellow and white vest is pushing a flatbed car. The car is surrounded by sawdust and wire, and there are three things in it: a pick, a broom and a dustpan. A high forehead, two deeply sunken eyes, but the skin is intense and dark.
Follow the path by the pond to a small garbage room and open the rusty iron gate. He looked inside, then picked up the pick from the car, bent down and shoveled it inside, then shook the pick and waved it to the car, and the garbage was poured into the car. Then he took off the broom and dustpan and swept all the rubbish inside into the dustpan.
At this time, an old woman threw a big bag of garbage on the trolley and said, "Adu, thank you." He smiled and said, "There is much less garbage today than in the past few days." Then, pull up the collar to wipe the sweat on your head, lift the handle of the car and walk slowly, shouting "take out the garbage?"
After a few steps, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him. Adu turned his head and saw a little boy of seven or eight years old, carrying a heavy basket of garbage, flushed and panting. He was about to help the little boy, but he poured the garbage into the car anxiously. Although the little boy tried his best not to dump the garbage outside, he was too short after all. The car was full of garbage and half of it fell to the ground. At this moment, the little boy shyly stuck out his tongue. Adu swept up the garbage and carefully poured it into the car. He patted the little boy on the head and said kindly, "son, be careful in the future." The little boy went back with shame and gratitude.
Looking at the figure of this sanitation worker far away, I am deeply touched: how conscientious he is, and he is a beautiful angel.