Beautiful landscape prose 1: It's not too late to meet.
We haven't met yet, and I'm still waiting for you somewhere.
Sometimes I read that "you are not born, but you are old." Poetry, afraid of missing each other's best years, will only miss this life with regret, and can only become each other's memories.
Are you just young? Or white hair? Still like me? When did you start looking forward to meeting you so much? I look forward to my heart beating faster at that moment, and I will cherish my life, no matter how good or bad.
Actually, the sooner we meet, the better. Don't be afraid of the knife of time when you meet. Why sigh the annual rings between you: it is not necessarily late to meet, this year is just to know each other.
Not at the age of twenty, not at the age of thirty, and still alone at the age of forty. I haven't met you for half my life in a hundred years, and I have always kept your position in my heart.
When I am getting old, it is also a pleasure to meet you who are still growing in the vast sea of people.
I know you by your looks. Although I can't participate in your life, at least I met you. This life is just right.
Of course, it doesn't rule out that I can't wait for the person I love all my life. Actually, it's nothing. After all, the days I'm waiting for are full of expectation and satisfaction.
You are waiting for me, and I am waiting for you. Can you tell me where you are? I can also travel across the ocean to see you.
Although life is a long time, although we have never met each other, although there may be worlds apart, time can also flow against the appearance of all love, and there will be no life after greatness. The moment we meet is an eternal commemoration.
Eternal hate songs, the palace of eternal life, since you left, the flowers in your dreams have blossomed and all of them have been given to you, perhaps lonely, but it's not too late for you to love, and the best ones have been there, you will remember them, and they are still worth it, just sad and indispensable.
Time doesn't allow too many mistakes, so don't miss it.
Don't be disappointed if you haven't met.
Don't complain about the lack of time when you meet. It is worthwhile to accumulate a lot of happiness.
It may not be too late to meet, but we just met at our age.
I wait for you, no matter how long life is, no matter where you are, as long as we can meet, you are my luck.
Beautiful landscape prose II: Lotus fragrance comes with the wind
"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
The lotus flowers in suburban parks bloom more and more every day. Yes, under the scorching sun in June, when other flowers can't bloom, the lotus is silently roasting in the scorching sun. In this season, it is walking on the edge of the city, embracing the countryside and swaying behind our window.
It will send dark green into our sight. Even in the hot sun, as long as you can keep quiet about it, you will have a gurgling chill spread all over your body.
It blows the lotus wind into your secluded room, and the lotus fragrance permeates your heart and spleen; Its pure design and color, like children's eyes, slightly even breathing, that kind of tranquility and serenity, let you not bear to be abrupt at all.
I like that the lotus comes from Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, and then many poems and songs praise the lotus's "high wind and bright festival" without touching the mud.
It's all a perceptual knowledge of lotus.
In fact, my real understanding of Lotus was when I was working in Lv Bo Bay. Our unit has a small bridge and flowing water pavilion, Penglai Queqiao (uncle's inscription). Every June, the river is in the air, the lotus leaves in the pool are dancing, and the neck in bud is as delicate and graceful as a graceful girl, shy and astringent.
I always appreciate the ever-changing beauty of lotus flowers after work, whether in the moonlit night or in the early morning, especially in the drizzle, a drop of raindrops falls on the stamen of lotus flowers and rolls on the lotus leaf like a screen, and the little goldfish under the lotus leaf chases the sweetness of the raindrops.
Lotus blooms every year, and now it smells like lotus. At this time, I will jump out from Zhu Ziqing's understanding of lotus: on the winding lotus pond in the park, I look forward to the leaves in the field.
The leaves protrude high out of the water and look like elegant dancers' skirts.
Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are dotted sporadically, and some are graceful and open; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath.
The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance.
At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, and suddenly passed through the other side of the pond. Moonlight is quietly poured on leaves and flowers like running water, and thin blue fog floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed by milk, and they seem to be shrouded in a dream of veils.
Year after year, year after year, every time I face such a beautiful scenery, I can't help but mention my dream of a veiled girl?
Beautiful Landscape Prose III: Autumn in Shanghai
It's autumn, and it's getting colder and colder, and everything is dying.
Late autumn in Shanghai is very natural.
If you are in your hometown, at this time, it should be the grass and trees shaking, and everything is in autumn.
In that city, the vegetation is particularly delicate, just like Shencheng and Jiangnan beauty, and they refuse to shed their summer clothes.
Peach and plum are lush, maple and birch are shaded, and summer lotus is slim.
However, in recent days, the cold wave appeared, and it entered the city at dusk, and Shencheng was autumn.
My hometown is inland, on the north bank of Huaihe River, and autumn comes early.
Just after the busy autumn, the west wind came, wrapped in the early cold and blowing the green earth.
A few days ago, I was still wearing full makeup, green and green. After a few days, green and yellow have been picked up.
Looking around, the poplar leaves turned yellow, and the branches under the locust tree fell to the ground? At this time, the winter wheat has revealed a little green, and the depths of weeds are mixed with unknown winter grass. The green shoots outline the yellow scenery, which is very beautiful.
In the distance, shepherds are herding sheep by the river, and white sheep are swaying by the blue river.
A flock of birds flew over the sky, leaving a song? So this yellow is green, this white is mixed with blue, and this quiet movement renders a pair of autumn in the countryside on the north bank of Huaihe River, which looks like Chinese painting, but it is actually more agile.
And living in the countryside, the impression of autumn in my hometown should be busy except early autumn.
In early autumn, when Qiu Chan was drinking dew, peanuts in early spring had just entered the harvest period, white cotton had been harvested for the first time, soybeans had turned yellow, and grass began to store water for a summer with its last vitality.
At this time, the herbal flavor of Cyperus rotundus began to thicken, and the old Chinese medicine practitioners began to be busy receiving goods in the wild.
Jujube fragrance is just right, not stuffy or green.
This may be a busy teenager. Master climbs trees, while western families beat branches. The tree is messy, with bulging pockets and a flower on its face.
Perhaps the happiest thing for children is early autumn.
Besides dates, there are many kinds of game to eat.
For example, corn is the sweetest when baked; Soybeans are delicious to burn; Sweet potato is suitable for barbecue. You can eat it raw when you are thirsty. Is it crisp and sweet?
In a few days, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the leaves finally began to turn from green to yellow, and there were more branches and leaves under the tree, and Qiu Chan's lofty prestige gradually declined.
The majestic and lively insects that have been singing all summer can't help but feel sad, as if everyone should get ready for dormancy early.
Fighting yellow, corn ripening, sorghum red, cotton storage? At this time, the family will start to be busy, preparing for the autumn harvest and winter storage.
Get up early, get greedy for the dark, and sleep in the wind. My body has been full of energy for a summer. At this time, I am facing the heat of the "autumn tiger" and harvesting the hard work of spring against time.
When I was a child, school was going to have a holiday, so we were busy helping our family, which was half a buddy.
However, most of them are still holding bamboo baskets and herding sheep, doing what they can.
We won't have too many complaints about these. "Children in rural areas take charge early", and we all have a deep understanding of the hardships at home, the hardships of family members and the busy autumn harvest. It is the greatest contribution not to do too many things and not to add chaos to the family.
Taking time off from work ushered in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In my Mid-Autumn Festival memory, most of my family members are in other places, and they go home to prepare food for the festival at most a period of time in advance.
There are some thin chrysanthemums at home, but there is no artistic conception of "I will come back when the chrysanthemums are there", which may be regarded as "autumn shrubs are like Taoist priests, and the more they are surrounded, the more inclined they are".
Going to college is a small city in southern Shandong. It began to move away from the Huaihe River, close to the Yellow River, close to the city and close to modern times.
This is a mountain city, and the school is also built at the foot of the mountain, so what we appreciate here is mostly autumn scenery in the mountains.
Lunan is mountainous, so people who live here also like to climb mountains, especially in autumn.
There are no clouds in Wan Li in the sky, the eagle strikes the sky, the underground is vast and far away, the fruits are numerous, and the water is clear and the fish is shallow.
The artistic conception of "seeing autumn all over the mountain" reminds people of Fuchun Shan Jutu.
If autumn scenery in my hometown reminds me of Liu Yuxi's poem "A crane rows on the clouds in a clear sky", then the autumn scenery in southern Shandong reminds me of Song Yu's poem "Climbing mountains and wading".
In the distance is a quiet city, crowded but never noisy.
The fog in the early morning sets off a few high-rise buildings more upright and lonely.
The pine and cypress on the mountain are experiencing cold, slowly changing from green to dark green and then to light green.
Pennisetum, pomegranate tree, thatch, polygala tenuifolia? With the autumn in Xu Lai, it began to wither, and the insects that had worked hard for a summer stopped singing.
The days in southern Shandong began to slowly enter the silent autumn, approaching the cold winter.
Writing, I shook my head helplessly and had no heart. Originally, I was going to write about the autumn of Shencheng, but I unconsciously recalled those old and unfamiliar past events and scenery.
Perhaps, people who have traveled too many places are beginning to feel nostalgic, missing one city, one person, one scene at a time, one thing, one sentence? And it coincides with autumn. "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely."
Autumn is in my heart, so I am very sad.
Sad, worried, sad, sad? All kinds of melancholy are inexplicably crowded in my heart.
"Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor, and insist on sorrow for assigning new words.
Now that I have tasted the sadness, I want to say it, but I want to say it, but it is a cool autumn.
"Now I haven't reached the artistic conception of' good autumn and cool air', but at least I have begun to slowly taste the sadness of the world. I am licking the seeds of' I have been complaining for a long time, and I hope that there is nothing, and I hate nothing'.
"Shen Yan, a fish, traveled all over the world and began to believe in the bitterness of separation", so the bitterness of separation occupied the main position.
There are fewer and fewer days at home, more and more people leaving, and more and more distant things? Species. Species are intertwined and finally begin to miss those romantic past.
And autumn is always the best agent to think about sadness. "Sad, autumn is angry; Bleak, vegetation withers and decays. "
Whether it's "climbing high to greet people far away", "I have come three thousand miles from afar. Sadness follows autumn today "or" leaving people with white heads ",the feelings of autumn wind and the scene of worrying about killing people are inevitable.
For the autumn in Shencheng, as mentioned above, it is as delicate as a virgin, beautiful and lively, and that kind of loneliness is as light as smoke.
In autumn in Shencheng, there is more rain than the two places I have been to.
It rains a few days a month, which is rare in southern Shandong.
The rain is a little cold, unlike the autumn rain that tends to be inland.
The significance of the rain hitting the banana is there, but it is only softer, as if touching the lover instead of beating the heart of the wanderer.
The continuous rain and the late arrival of green leaves make the autumn in Shencheng look precious.
So I began to look forward to it and began to be anxious. It seems that I am afraid of closing the door in autumn, forgetting those of us who are wandering outside, giving up the idea of wandering and ignoring the lovesickness that makes people sleep painfully.
Finally, the sudden appearance of the cold wave made the autumn in Shencheng begin to have the taste of autumn.
The geese fly south, the branches and leaves are slightly yellow, the river has gradually turned cold, and the heart is also sad.
With the arrival of autumn in Shencheng, wanderers began to miss their homeland and the past.
It coincides with the ninth day of September, but Zhu Yu hasn't appeared yet. He has no hope of climbing the mountain, so he only remembers his brother.
Beautiful Prose 4: Discover the Beauty in Life
Rodin, a great French artist, said, "There is no lack of beauty in life, but a lack of discovery."
The sky is beautiful because there are moons and stars. The hillside is beautiful because it has faint blooming flowers? Let's open our bright eyes and be good at discovering the beauty in life!
In spring, the peach trees in the flower bed stretch out countless branches, and the pink peach blossoms set each other off and fill the whole branch, scrambling to let people appreciate its richness. You can find some small life by gently opening the flowers? The grass beside the tree, they are too weak and can only grow under those peach blossoms!
In summer, the dense leaves are crowded and full of vitality. How beautiful these flowers are! Red as fire, white as snow, pink as chardonnay? There are single petals and double petals, which are dense in size. Bees and butterflies are dancing in hundreds of flowers, enjoying endless fun. The grass is so dense, like a huge green carpet with a lot of wool on it!
In autumn, after several bleak autumn winds, 90% of the flowers have withered, but this is the time when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Chrysanthemum is graceful and elegant, with red, white and Huang San colors. There is a kind called "Lv Yun", how beautiful it is! Petals curl and droop, like a girl's beautiful curly hair. A breeze blew, much like a girl dancing.
In winter, snow covers the earth, but there are still a few wintersweet plants that are not afraid of the cold and still stand in the cold in full spirit, bringing fragrance to people.
The scenery of the four seasons around us is so beautiful, and there is no shortage of colors in the four seasons of life?
Look, the baby's innocent big eyes snuggle in his mother's arms; Bright smiling faces of primary school students on their way to school; The footsteps of middle school students who study hard at the cold window; Mom and dad are busy working hard for their lives and finishing their children's studies; The knowing smile of the old people who help each other in the sunset? This is a touching story in the four seasons of the world and a wonderful life.
Ah! Let's be good at discovering! Found a sailboat, which can take us to the ideal shore gradually?
Beauty Prose 5: Beauty is by my side
I like sports, especially basketball. Since I knew this sport, I have believed that basketball is a kind of beauty, and beauty is around me.
Basketball's body is now in many ways. When I was sitting at home, I stared at the wonderful performance of basketball trapeze on the TV screen? Fancy dribbling, elegant dodge picking and powerful air dunk are a kind of beauty, which is the beauty that athletes fully explode human physical fitness and the beauty that people understand basketball. In the final analysis, it is the beauty of performance, and it is this beauty that aroused my enthusiasm for basketball and the impulse to try my hand.
When I was running on the basketball court and sweating like rain, this other kind of beauty was vividly reflected. When I shoot successfully, the perfect shooting action is a kind of beauty; When I use my body to push my opponent to rebound, that kind of strength is a kind of beauty; When I pass a defender with a fake action, that dexterity is a kind of beauty. This is the beauty of basketball that I feel with my body. At the same time, you also have the beauty of feeling with your heart on the court. It is a kind of beauty to insist on playing until the last minute in the case of physical overdraft; When the team wins and the players celebrate each other in different ways, the great team spirit is even better. In the final analysis, this is the beauty of confrontation woven by our youth and passion, which belongs only to us on the court.
Although I love basketball, I never relax in my studies. At this time, another kind of beauty brought by basketball will quietly come to me. When I encounter difficulties in my study, the fighting spirit on the court will inspire me and make me not discouraged and stick to it. I absorbed the spirit of basketball ideologically and turned it into another kind of wealth, which is also a kind of beauty and the beauty of thinking brought by basketball.
I am glad that there is basketball in my life, because it brings me so much beauty. You know, my life should be so colorful and there are so many beauties around me.