An argumentative essay on beauty.
In my childhood, I met all kinds of people. Now I want to introduce you to a man with a beautiful heart that I have met before.
I remember once, I went to play in the street and walked. Suddenly, I saw a group of people getting together, and I didn't know what to do. Out of curiosity, I stepped forward and looked in the crowd. I saw an old woman lying on the ground with a bamboo basket beside her. The bamboo basket is full of apples, and there are dozens of apples on the ground. Then, I asked an old man present about the incident. It turned out that the old woman came out to sell apples, because she accidentally fell and was in a coma for a long time here. Looking at the grandmother lying on the ground, I really wanted to help her, but I didn't help her because it was too much trouble. Just then, a man appeared from the crowd. He looked at the grandmother on the ground and helped her pick up the apples.
People looked at the man and began to talk about it. Some said:? It's very kind of him. Let's help him pick it up! ? Some said:? It's really idle to find something to do. Who has time for these things? Some said:? It seems that there is really nothing to do. Might as well go home and watch TV. Let's go! ? Some said:? This person must be her friend or relative, otherwise how can he help her pick up apples! ? Grandma woke up at this moment, and she looked at the person who helped her pick apples. Tears gradually flowed from her eyes. As time went on, more and more people began to help grandma pick apples, and I joined their team. When the apple was finally picked up, the person who took the lead in picking up the apple took out a hundred dollars from his clothes pocket and put it in the grandmother's hand, saying, how can an old man like you come out and sell apples? Go home! ? Say that finish, then turned and left. The crowd gradually dispersed and grandma left.
If all the people in the world give a little love like that person, then all the people in the world must be happy.
An argumentative essay on the topic of beauty II
Good things will make people move, and good things will shine in our hearts.
? Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan? The carefree beauty that Tao Yuanming described for us is amazing. The distant castle peak twists and turns like the Big Dipper, crawls forward like a snake, and seems to be a stepping stone that is unyielding in front. The waves rush forward resolutely for no reason. The wind, like an enemy who challenges our determination at any time, sometimes roars and sometimes caresses, but because our hearts have accumulated countless endurance, Qingshan never collapses, and we never bow our heads and give up.
Finding beauty is a challenge between man and nature. Stubborn looking up shines in my heart, a light of struggle.
? I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. ? Gong Zizhen is telling us that kind of selfless beauty makes people sigh for its immortality. Not far away, a century-old tree leaves with the autumn wind. Although the branches on its head are light and decadent, the old tree still looks up at the sky and sings unyielding notes to it. Bow your head and live on your old self? Children? They were too tired to sleep, but they gave up chasing the horizon and chose to stay under the tree for themselves? Brother and sister Transport nutrition
I found that beauty is a selfless diamond, and the glory of unyielding smile shines in my heart, a fearless light.
? The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. ? The author is composing music for the greatest selfless love of parents in the world, and it is we who sing their praises! The Sichuan earthquake brought us infinite pain. At that moment, many parents chose to leave their hopes for life to their children. Touching scenes make people cry. This is Mulan's insistence on going out for her father and the selflessness of lighting candles. The wind blows gently on the earth, and even the grass salutes them. What about us? As children, should we repay them with fervent gratitude now?
It is found that beauty is a kind of broad love, and the beating heart is shining, which is a kind of grateful light.
We discover beauty, and we enjoy it, because discovering the existence of beauty makes our hearts reflect dazzling light.
Argumentation on the topic of beauty 3
It is another rainy day.
I walked into the school gate alone with an umbrella, and my back was lonely and helpless. The bright sunshine has long been blocked by lead clouds. Occasionally, I looked up and saw a gray sky and thick and thin rain. The field of vision becomes blurred and there is no trace of color.
I hung my head and smiled bitterly. Not to say that life is beautiful everywhere? Why can't you see it now?
The cold rain hit my hand and my heart twitched.
The moment I turned the corner, I subconsciously looked around. But when I saw the figure, I was very surprised and my heart trembled slightly.
It was an uncle who was nearly seventy years old, with gray hair, wrinkled face, wearing a rough straw hat and a faint smell of grass clippings, showing all the vicissitudes of life. But he was in the big flower garden at the school gate, kneeling on his knees, crawling forward, almost touching the ground, struggling to trim flowers and trees, serious and persistent. The white shirt he wears is very ordinary, but it makes me feel dazzling on this gloomy rainy day. Suddenly I feel that life has begun to have a trace of color, pure white, without a trace of impurities.
The old man still kept squatting, his dark and dexterous hands shuttled back and forth between the flower trees, or put his thumb and forefinger together quickly and accurately, and then pulled out hay with another force, or used rusty scissors. Click click? Trim the jagged branches neatly, full of energy, and the air is filled with joy, vitality and movement. The old man performed this ordinary and boring work with great musical beauty, which is pleasing to the eye.
I just stood by and suddenly felt a kind of beauty washed away my body and mind, even my soul. The white shirt on the old man's body has been wet by raindrops and stained on the old man's skin. I was startled, but the rain was so cold that it hurt me. Why him?
At the moment when Abreu turned his head, I suddenly saw his appearance: the angular outline showed capable, bronzed skin and very kind appearance. But what impressed me most was the old man's eyes. Those eyes are bright. When facing the beloved flowers and plants, there is deep love inside. At this moment, I read more tenacity and persistence from those eyes. Yes, if there is no such tenacity and perseverance, if there is no persistent love for flowers and plants, how can a 70-year-old man insist on pruning flowers and plants in this weather? He has long regarded flowers and plants as part of himself! In the past, I only knew how to appreciate the novelty of the flowers and trees trimmed by the elderly, but I ignored the precious feelings of the elderly for flowers and the persistent beauty of the elderly.
The old man is still pruning attentively, his expression is firm and persistent, and his hands shuttle between the flowers and trees like a dancing butterfly. I stared at his thin but firm back and muttered: So this is beauty. ?
Yes, a persistence can also be beautiful, so touching and admirable.
The sky suddenly brightened.
Argumentation on the topic of beauty 4
The beauty of appearance does not mean the beauty of mind, but the beauty of mind is the real beauty. In my life, there is one person I will never forget.
I swept the floor at school that time, and it was very late. I looked at the sky. It's already dark. The school gate is closing. I can't wait to rush out of the school gate. On the quiet path, I sometimes strode, sometimes walked slowly, and sometimes stopped. That's because I'm afraid. It's time for dinner. I'm a little worried about it. ? Hey? A flash of lightning startled me. Look at the sky, it's starting to rain in Mao Mao. Hey? Another flash of lightning, louder. I was in Mao Mao when it was still raining, but it was raining harder and harder, so I had to hide under the eaves and thought: Mom and Dad are so busy, how can they have time to pick me up? We can only wait until the rain stops.
? In the rain, I suddenly saw a man holding a small umbrella. I can't see clearly, but I already feel her bright smile. Getting closer and closer, I can see her clearly. What a nice aunt! I hope she can take me home. She saw me, patted me with her hand, and then kindly said to me, Little Sister, where is your home? Did you sweep the floor at school? She looked at her watch and said without hesitation. It will rain for a long time. Let me take you home. ? I was embarrassed, but I nodded. She smiled with a small umbrella, and two small dimples were exposed. That smile warmed me. On the way, she not only cared about my study, but also told me some touching stories. I listened attentively. However, it is raining harder and harder. She always points an umbrella at me. She got wet in order not to let me get wet. This makes me very moved. When I got home, I said thank you to her. She stroked my head and smiled again. However, we are still reluctant to part.
The beauty of the soul is the real beauty. As long as everyone pays a little love like this aunt, then our world will be a beautiful world.