There is a kind of note in this world. From a distance, she mysteriously crossed the spire of the ancient pyramid, she waded through the majestic array of Stonehenge, she crossed the symmetrical mirror of the Taj Mahal, and she skipped the Suzhou garden with high eaves and teeth.

Unpredictable notes, only in the winding mountains will play the Great Wall, only in the Jiangnan water town will play a small bridge. The mysterious power of nature allows all things to display their talents. Don't dream of occupying other people's tough territory. What we are going to perform is a magnificent symphony, not a ridiculous farce in a wild duck tree.

People like to call architecture flowing music, but in my eyes, if a building stands on the land suitable for it, it is the most beautiful flower and the smoothest music. What do I see from the railing?

I.M. Pei, a great architect of China generation, whose most famous design work is the glass pyramid of the Louvre. Its perfect and symmetrical geometric configuration magnificently shows its rational beauty, but I'm afraid it's neither fish nor fowl to build it in a water town in China.

Flowing notes flow through the secret room of Shuizi Mountain, which has become a "paradise". The attic art is integrated into the Japanese "shadow culture", 80% of which is buried underground, and looks like a mountain peak from a distance, playing a flowing melody with lush mountains-this is an amazing masterpiece of I.M. Pei, and culture can show its unique charm in its unique background.

Wouldn't it be a waste of time to put these hollowed-out attics in the desert?

Only a specific person and a specific background can set off the best art.

I like Margaret Hilfendi better than Hald, a famous Indian female architect, because she is good at combining nature with architecture. Look at the Kohlberg Hall. It is made of natural materials, but it makes a wonderful picture. Look at the Joint Science Building of Swartz Mo University. The beauty of symmetry is breathtaking, and reason and science shine here. Every solidified note is different, and countless special notes play a flowing symphony!

I'm not looking with my eyes, but my heart is throbbing. Looking from a distance, I heard the music in my heart.

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I stood by the window and looked out.

Surrounded by green hills, it is dark green. Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a yellow thing. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a man in a yellow uniform with an iron clip in his hand. Sometimes he bent down, sometimes he walked a few steps forward, and then he bent down, thus repeating the same action over and over again.

She is a beautician-cleaner in the city.

I stood there, motionless and silent, staring at her.

She walked on the sidewalk with her head down, as if looking for treasure. But no, what she is looking for is not priceless, but rubbish. At this time, she seemed to find something and ran across the street. In desperation, she was almost knocked down by an oncoming car. She squatted down, picked up the debris, put it in her pocket, and then picked up the broom to sweep the floor.

She went to a dirty place again and bent down to pick up the garbage. At this time, she looked up at the end of the street and wiped her dark forehead with her hand. From her every move, I seem to see that trace of expectation and longing. At this moment, there must be huge and glittering sweat on her forehead, and her hands must be covered with black and smelly stains, but I firmly believe that she has absolutely no reluctance.

In the eyes of people nowadays, they are insignificant people like ants, but they are not. They are the protagonists of society. Similarly, their hands are pure and beautiful, and their hearts are bright red.

Cleaners work hard every day. They are not for other reasons. They are beautifying the city! What they do is supreme!

When I got back to my seat after class, I was still thinking about the cleaner.

I don't know why, but I thought of Notre Dame de Paris, the masterpiece of Hugo, a famous French writer in the 9th century. The book outlines the intricate contradictions and entanglements between the characters and reveals the pure and vicious hearts of the characters.

Quasimodo, 20, was so ugly that he was abandoned when he came into this world. However, ugly, he has a beautiful and pure heart, and he guards beautiful Esmeralda with pure love without any impurities, so as not to hurt her a little. The vice president of Notre Dame is handsome and knowledgeable, but his soul is horribly distorted, full of selfishness and evil, trying to murder quasimodo and make himself close to Esmeralda. But he destroyed himself with his selfishness and evil, and also destroyed his beloved-Esmeralda.

After class, when I looked out of the window again, the cleaner was far away, and I could only see her vague back from afar. However, behind her, it is a beautiful scenery.

My mood suddenly enlightened. ...