In your daily study, work or life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below is a collection of different beautiful compositions that I have collected. Welcome to read and collect them. A Different Kind of Beautiful Composition 1
Childhood, a pure melody; Childhood, a different kind of years; Childhood, a hymn of happiness. Childhood life has passed quietly. And the childhood deep in my memory is still evoked, vivid in my mind, and difficult to erase...
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Childhood makes me pursue colorful toys; childhood makes me Yearning for the happy days I once had; childhood makes me miss my petite and ignorant past.
In my childhood, I was immersed in the beautiful melodies of music.
In my childhood, I had a deep and indissoluble bond with music. In my memory, I sat in front of the beautiful piano and played the moving music over and over again with my chubby little hands. Now it seems that these songs are a little too simple. But when I was young, I still played every note solemnly and pressed every key carefully with full of awe and longing. To this day, those crisp and tender music are still deeply imprinted in my heart, lingering...
Suddenly, the cry of an oriole in front of the window broke my thoughts. I raised my head and stared at the beautiful piano affectionately. I remembered the music I often played when I was a child, so I sat on the piano stool, gently opened the piano cover, and played the music I often played when I was a child: That was Oscar's "Memories", Thompson's "Childhood" and "Once Upon a Time", and Knopkinson's "Reminiscences". In the notes as clear as water, I played with forgetfulness, as if I saw myself in childhood again... A different kind of beautiful composition 2
Leaving the noisy city and the dull heat, I am alone Walk quietly in the dense woods on the top of the mountain. In order to get close to nature, to find beauty, and to avoid annoying problems and erase the lingering frustration in my heart.
I breathed the fresh air of nature to my heart's content, gently stroked the thick tree trunks, listened to the "squeaking" sound of the golden blanket made of fallen leaves under my feet, and looked at the golden The leaves swirled and fell under the caress of the autumn wind, and then spread the blanket under people's feet, and the sunlight scattered small bright spots like pearls on the fallen leaves. Inadvertently, I found that the fallen leaves on the willow edge were protruding one by one, and then a slender foot stretched out between the leaves. It turned out to be an inconspicuous little insect, crawling tenaciously at my feet under the weight of layers of fallen leaves. I moved a step and watched it. It used its pair of sharp and hard clamps to lift up the heavy leaves that were overwhelming. Time, time, and time, it finally lifted up the layers of fallen leaves with strong perseverance. I also relaxed at that moment, smiled and moved on.
Arriving at the end of the woods, rows of lush orange trees were hung with countless small golden lanterns, and the trees were bent down. I leaned forward to pick one. The moment I stretched out my hand, I stopped again. I saw a little spider busy weaving the unwoven big web. "This bad guy." I stretched out my hand and tore off half of the web. Unexpectedly, the little spider came back immediately and re-weaved it, round, round, and round...
I suddenly felt something in my heart. Trembling: Perhaps, people should be as persevering as a spider, as strong and unyielding as that inconspicuous insect. Thinking this way, I took more firm and powerful steps on my way back. A Different Kind of Beauty Essay 3
Beauty does not lie in those gorgeous clothes and appearances, but in those ordinary and warm cares.
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It was another bright morning, and the crisp and melodious chirping of birds sounded outside the window. The warm sunshine seemed to shine on my heart, and my heart felt warm. I wanted to pick up the key and go downstairs to buy breakfast as usual.
Wisps of sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Under the tree, a young mother was squatting, taking care of her little baby's slightly messy clothes. She gently took care of the clothes messed up by the child with her hands, her expression serious, but her eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of doting. During the whole process, the young mother showed no impatience at all, and the tenderness between her brows and eyes was obvious. Finally, she patted the dust on her clothes, stood up, wrapped her child's small hand with her big hand, and gradually walked away.
When I walked to the street, I couldn't help but be touched by this warm scene and felt soft in my heart. Watching their figures fading away reminded me of my childhood. When I was a child, I was very naughty and often made myself dirty. At this time, my mother would be like that young mother, tidying up my clothes with her warm hands, and wrapping her own little hands with them. At the same time, he also tolerated his faults with his generous and deep maternal love. Thinking of this, I felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and emotion in my heart.
Looking up at the scene in front of you, the lush green trees stood upright on both sides of the road like guarding warriors, and the dazzling golden color of the sun shone on passers-by. The scenery is still so familiar, but it makes me feel a different kind of beauty.
A Different Kind of Beauty Composition 4
In our big world, there are only two kinds of beauty: one is appearance, and the other is soul. Appearance beauty is a sign of people's vanity, but what about the soul?
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There is such a kind of beauty, which makes you stand out among the outstanding people: There is such a kind of beauty, which makes you stand out among the ordinary people. wait. It's called morality.
The Italian poet Dante once said: "A person with incomplete knowledge can make up for it with morality, but a person with incomplete morality cannot make up for it with knowledge." However, do you know what morality is?
Morality - the basic principles of life. Do not waste water, do not trample on the lawn, respect teachers, respect the elderly and care for the young. These are the simplest morals. Can't you do it?
Being a moral person, although sometimes very simple, sometimes requires courage.
Although it is common to give up your seat on the bus, you have to face the burning eyes of everyone calmly. To be a moral person, you have to laugh at what everyone calls "hypocrisy" and "pretentiousness." In the scorching eyes, please stay calm and tell yourself with a clear conscience that you have done something meaningful.
Sometimes, being a moral person requires not only courage, but also a high price when necessary.
Qian Xuesen, a famous scientist. Because of morality and patriotism, he tried every means to return to his country. His journey back home encountered many obstacles. He put aside money, honor, status and even several years of freedom in life, and finally returned to his motherland after many efforts.
Of course, we are still middle school students, but please help others as much as possible and do not do anything that harms the interests of others. Start small!
Morality, a different kind of beauty reflected in the sun! A Different Kind of Beautiful Composition 5
Several years have passed, and every time I think of that rose, I can't help but put a smile on my face.
It was summer vacation that year, and the temperature was very high. I felt very bored after doing homework at home for a long time. Sometimes I often go for a walk in the nearby square to relieve the stuffy feeling. It happened that the flowers in the park were blooming. I'm not used to a basketball court where several people gather around to play basketball for a long time. So I had to walk among the flowers, enjoy the flowers and catch butterflies.
In an instant, a few drops of water fell from the sky. Small black spots like soybeans were reflected on the ground. I hurriedly ran towards home. As I ran, I seemed to see a broken rose.
As soon as I entered the house, heavy rain followed. There were many raindrops on the glass. The raindrops made a loud noise on the glass. The sound of thunder in the sky reached my ears. Suddenly I recalled those incomplete roses I had accidentally seen while running.
I was not sure how many incomplete roses there were. Just as I was meditating, a rainbow appeared in the sky. While smelling the fresh earthy fragrance after the rain, I admired the colorful rainbow. The pleasant and sweet songs of birds came to my ears. When I walked to the flower bush that was originally full of flowers, I was dumbfounded. Among the many flower bushes, only one flower was blooming there. Upon closer inspection, it was the struggling rose I saw in the rain. I originally planned to take it home to raise it, but then I thought that since it had endured the hardships brought by the wind and rain, it deserved its own paradise. Finally, before I left, I took a photo as a souvenir. Later, I went to a photo studio to develop the photo, took it home, put it in a frame, and hung it on the wall of my bedroom.
Whenever I see that photo now, I will think of the scene of the incomplete rose still surviving after the storm. A Different Kind of Beauty Composition 6
Marveling at the beauty of others is like praising the packaging of bread. Little is known about whether there is moldy bread beneath the harsh crust.
There is a fragment in my memory: on a cold day, people on the street were wrapped in thick clothes and left in a hurry. As soon as the skin comes into contact with the air, it will definitely tremble. However, the beautiful woman walking towards me startled me. He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold. He was wearing shorts and thin clothes, looking relaxed.
Stand out from the crowd?
Although she is beautiful, she is so cold that I just want to shiver for her. Is it worth paying the physical price for beauty?
I can’t say I’ve ever seen the most beautiful girl out there. Does anyone know if it is a fake bag? But in my memory, there is one scene that is still fresh in my memory.
She is neither a hibiscus nor a gorgeous rose. Like every girl with a ponytail, she is neither tall nor thin. She is one of thousands of stars, she is inconspicuous.
I remember it was the afternoon, I was half-squatting and very tired. The ears are surrounded by noise like flies. When I got tired of hearing it, I lowered my head, rested my chin on the back of my hand, and turned my head inadvertently. She was silent in the corner, staring into the distance, as if in a daze, looking at something, her eyes sparkling and sparkling. As if aware of the heat of my gaze on her face, she turned her head and looked into her own eyes. I was stunned and blinked. She smiled, the corners of her mouth raised in a perfect arc. At that moment, I saw the twinkling Big Dipper in her eyes. It was also at that moment that I wanted to paint the scene in front of me.
Although she was wearing a rustic school uniform and her hair was a little messy, I seemed to see an angel. A Different Kind of Beautiful Composition 7
The sun slanted across a corner of the car. The fine dust in the air was floating randomly and was clearly visible. The car is filled with the scent of sunshine.
The scenery outside the window flashed by. There are many stationery stores on Huanghai Middle Road. I threw myself against the window and watched. The scenery outside the window slowed down. After hearing two speed bumps, the car stopped.
It turned out to be a red light. There was a lot of traffic ahead, and cars passed by quickly. Look out the car window on the left. I saw an old man. He was wearing an old blue scarf, and next to him was a broken tricycle that seemed to be old. There was a pile of green sugar cane on the car, tied to two old blue and white baskets outside, with some of the most delicious ones standing upright.
Under the sun, the green sugarcane seems to be so green that it is dripping with juice. The old man looked at the sugar cane, his dark face glowing warmly. The way he looked at the sugar cane was like a loving parent looking at his favorite child. He brushed his beloved sugar cane with his rough hands and looked at the sun.
The old man blinked his eyes, looked at the crowd, and looked at the people and cars passing quickly in front of him.
The red light came on on the other side of the road, and I followed the traffic again.
Going home at noon, I came from where I went and saw the old man again. He was so out of tune with his surroundings. He is collecting sugar cane. One morning didn't bring him much benefit. Compared with the traffic around him, he was so small, but when he was riding, I saw him smiling happily in the sun. I seemed to see him smiling at others when he was selling fruit tomorrow.
Cars are faster than people. Our car will soon leave him behind, but I still remember the old man's beautiful smile. A Different Kind of Beauty Composition 8
There is no lack of beauty in the world, but there is a lack of eyes to discover beauty. ——Inscription
"The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will turn to gray and tears will dry up." Circles and outlines are drawn, and the white chalk is worn away layer by layer, turning into powder and falling down. As the powder fell, a few blue hairs dyed white.
There is no amazing appearance, but he is kind and peaceful; his words are not eloquent, but he is very resounding.
How many years have I wandered on this ancient three-foot podium, how many cordial calls, how many times of careful guidance - Teacher
It is beautiful, although not famous, even though it is not What a feat, but she is beautiful in my heart, an ordinary little person who shines with the light of wisdom in every detail. Ordinary is beautiful.
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer." Looking back at the ordinary scene again makes people cry. After so many years of worry and fatigue, so many years of advice and concern, the mother's eyes are so clear and deep. .
It is as beautiful as the vast ocean, and I am just a little fish in the sea. Facing the tenderness and tolerance of the sea, I can only experience it with my heart and treat it with kindness. Selflessness is beautiful.
"The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the son." When the night mercilessly swallowed up the light, he would not bring hot water, or even say a greeting, but he concentrated all his affection there. The calloused hands put infinite love in my heart.
The concentration in his eyes is the trust and care for me. If my father were a mountain, I would be from the mountain. Mountains will not stir up waves like the sea, nor will they hit the coast like the sea. Express your deep love for me.
Therefore, I don’t need to say much about my father’s love as deep as a mountain. I already know it. Silence is beautiful.
Beauty is not only a description, but also an attitude. A different kind of beauty always exists. Look at everything with a grateful heart. It turns out that the whole world has a different kind of beauty! A Different Kind of Beauty Composition 9
Life is colorful and there is no shortage of beauty. But among the many beauties, I discovered a different kind of beauty, which is loneliness.
I originally didn’t like loneliness. When I mentioned it, I would associate it with fear and uneasiness. Whenever night comes, I dare not walk alone on the road. The surroundings are silent. I always feel like a homeless stray dog, with panic in my eyes. I like liveliness and brightly lit places. I think that is the most beautiful place. There is no loneliness or loneliness. Let the light take over.
Sometimes, I studied until late at night. Through the curtains, I watched the lights go out one by one. In the loneliness, I felt a little lost, and I didn't know how to spend this lonely night.
Gradually, I adapted to loneliness. Whenever I am alone, I always pick up a book and read it carefully. Experience Tao Yuanming's leisurely mood of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain", and sigh Wen Tianxiang's heroic ambition of "no one has died since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history". I feel sad and angry because Du Fu "feels grateful for the flowers and sheds tears, hates the other birds and is frightened". This is how I am, swimming in books without any noise or interference, enjoying happiness in solitude.
Suddenly, I found that the loneliness I once disliked turned into a different kind of beauty.
From then on, I fell in love with loneliness, because it made me feel the happiness from the soul and the fun in the boring life. It turns out that loneliness is not that terrible. It is ordinary, yet extraordinary. It is this kind of unique beauty that allowed me to accept the baptism of my soul.
It is loneliness that makes me so happy and full of hope. I want to say loudly: I like loneliness, it is a different kind of beauty. A Different Kind of Beauty Composition 10
There is no lack of beauty in the world, but there is a lack of eyes to discover beauty. ——Inscription
"The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torch will turn to gray and the tears will dry up." Circles and outlines, the white chalk is worn away layer by layer, turning into powder and falling down. As the powder fell, a few blue hairs dyed white. He doesn't have an amazing appearance, but he is kind and peaceful; his words are not eloquent, but he is very resounding. How many years have I wandered on this ancient three-foot podium, how many cordial calls, how many times of careful guidance - the teacher is beautiful, even though she is not famous, even though she has no great achievements, she is beautiful in my heart. Ordinary little people shine with the light of wisdom in every detail. Ordinary is beautiful.
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer." Looking back at the ordinary scene again makes people cry. After so many years of worry and fatigue, so many years of warnings and concerns, the mother's eyes are so clear and deep. . It is as beautiful as the vast ocean, and I am just a little fish in the sea. Facing the tenderness and tolerance of the sea, I can only experience it with my heart and treat it with kindness. Selflessness is beautiful.
"The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the son." When the night mercilessly swallowed up the light, he would not bring hot water, or even say a greeting, but he concentrated all his deep feelings there. The calloused hands put infinite love in my heart. The concentration in his eyes is the trust and care for me. If my father is a mountain, I am from the mountain. Mountains will not stir up waves like the sea, nor will they hit the coast like the sea to express their deep love for me. Therefore, there is no need to say more about my father’s love as deep as a mountain. I already know it well. Silence is beautiful.
Beauty is not only a description, but also an attitude. It can be given in other ways. The mountains will not be as beautiful as the sea, which will always exist.
Look at everything with a grateful heart. It turns out that the whole world has a different kind of beauty!