Write poems describing beautiful scenery in 50 words.

Beauty haunts the world. Pay attention to life with critical eyes, and you will sigh-there is no scenery in the world. There is no scenery on the earth. Look, beautiful nature, catkins swaying, grass growing and warblers flying, the warmth of spring is a landscape; Green is thick, water waves are sparkling, and summer enthusiasm is a landscape; Golden world, cool breeze, autumn maturity is a landscape; Wan Li is covered with snow, and the purity of winter is a landscape. Harmonious and wonderful nature is an indispensable landscape in the world. There is no scenery on the earth. Reading, a heavy cultural history, the grandeur of "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen" is a landscape; The sadness of "when is the bright moon, asking for wine from heaven" is the scenery; "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" pride and self-confidence is a kind of scenery; "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" is like a landscape. Thick and profound culture is an indispensable landscape in the world. There is no scenery on the earth. Look, the crystallization of human wisdom, the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li is a landscape; Magical and strange civilization miracle pyramid is a landscape; The infinite broadband world is a landscape, and Venus Brokeback is a landscape; The grand blueprint for flying to aliens is scenery; Lian Fang Tower, which is integrated with western architecture, is a landscape. At any time, the crystallization of human wisdom is an indispensable landscape in the world. There is no scenery on the earth. Listen, the echo of life: a young man took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to a beggar who was less than 1 meter. Half a minute later, the beggar limped to the donation box 30 meters away, stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the box, and took some coins out of his pocket and put them in the box. The sound of coins is the kind and sincere voice of beggars, the echo of life, the inner voice and an indispensable scenery in the world. Open your eyes and look back at the world with beautiful eyes and warm feelings, and you will sigh-the world is full of scenery. My favorite scenery doesn't care about the majestic figure of Mount Tai, and other mountains are short under the sky ... I don't care about the broad mind of the sea, which is "a trip to the sun and the moon, if you are out of its territory"; People who don't care about the majestic momentum of Dongting Lake are "another mist emerging from the Yun and Meng valleys, which has been surrounding Yueyang City"; I don't care about the romantic scenery of Qiantang, it's "a bridge painted with willow green curtains". These are not my favorite scenery. I also don't care about the chrysanthemums clustered around the hedge at the foot of Nanshan. They have been picked and sung by people and have been blooming in Dongli for centuries. I don't care about the lotus flower bathed in the mud pond, which is a pure and holy gentleman flower standing in the hot air; I don't care about the peony in full bloom in Luoyang, which is so red that flowers are everywhere, and they are not enough to decorate my favorite scenery. Now there is always an ancient scroll depicting such a man: when he was a teenager, he rushed into the enemy camp with fifty light horses, and his momentum was like a tiger. In the midst of thousands of troops and horses, he raised traitors in one hand, broke through and made a name for himself. Outside the Great Wall, the standard was waved by the strong wind. He roared in the sky, and his strong arms were fierce. The steed on his leg also hissed with his head held high, and then ran away. The courage of teenagers is really amazing. Middle-aged people, dressed in official uniforms, are full of momentum. He talked about nine things and ten things, such as beautiful piano and jade, incisively and vividly, but those in power were indifferent. He, who only admired Jin Ge's iron horse and defeated the stubborn enemy, was repeatedly excluded. Even though Du Nan's deeds before, cowards rose for it, and the Holy Son of Heaven saw it and sighed, but his official career was not satisfactory, with three ups and downs. Looking at the distance, he only felt a trace of acidity rushing to his throat, and he couldn't help but shout loudly: "Kill the thief, kill the thief!" " "The loyalty of middle-aged people is exciting. It's late, and the sword under the pillow is still sharp. In the dim candlelight, a battlefield filled with smoke, murderous and gloomy stood before his eyes. At this time, a string of tears, a string of muddy and sad tears, a string of tears that will not condense until death, are scattered on the page. Pen, trembling, suddenly, his eyes shot out, spit out a foul breath, clearly see that his mouth is always brewing the two words-"kill a thief"! The delusion of old age is even more shocking. For a long time, I looked straight at it and felt so excited. Jiaxuan is young and brave, loyal in middle age and stupid in old age. Without his deep patriotic feelings and firm ambition to serve the country, how can these three things shock people? That fiery heart is my favorite scenery! Looking up at you standing in front of the statue of Yue Fei, can you look up at that face? Standing on the desert grassland, can you look up to Kangxi's bravery and good fighting when he marched in person? Looking up means looking up, so what can we see when we all look up? You will see the eagle's wing tip across the blue sky;