Scenery 1 I have always been full of yearning for everything in the distance, and I always feel that the scenery in the distance is better than here. The sky in the distance is blue, where the flowers are in full bloom and the buds of grass will be as green as bamboo shoots. ...
Be devastated and tortured
Every household has flowers, and my family is no exception. There are all kinds of green plants in colorful flowerpots on the balcony.
One morning, I walked into the balcony and enjoyed the flowers with great interest. I fiddled with the proud Clivia and the shy orchid, and suddenly found a cactus forgotten in a dark corner, so inconspicuous. I thought the warm sunshine was very comfortable for me, but the cactus grew very short because it couldn't receive the sunshine for a long time. So, the cactus was placed on the desk by the window in my room, which added some vitality to the messy desk.
Take care of your growth
Since the cactus arrived in my room, I put it in the sunniest place on the windowsill, watered it every day, and cut off the hard and long thorns in time. Day after day, the dwarf cactus thrives and even produces some small flowers. I am secretly pleased! The original moving scenery is around!
Beautiful scenery
With the increase of homework, the desks were full, so we had to put the cactus back on the balcony. The cactus returning to the big family is also very eye-catching. Compared with the delicate Phalaenopsis, the green of cactus is also beautiful, and compared with the elegant cactus of orchid, several small flowers on its head are also ingenious!
Seeing the pots of flowers on the balcony, I no longer fantasize about the paradise, the distant sky and everything in the distance mentioned by Tao Yuanming ... In fact, the scenery around me is also moving, as long as you have the heart, there are moving beautiful scenery everywhere!
The second mid-term exam was approaching, and I was dragged out of my house by my mother from the intense review.
The breath of spring permeates the whole world. It's another sunny day. The sun is high in the sky, and the warm sunshine shines from the horizon. Its figure shines on the leaves and flowers. At this time, the weather has completely eliminated the cold in winter, leaving only endless warmth. The sun shines on every inch of bare skin, and that warmth enters the internal organs and reaches the heart. My heart jumped with joy and was full of good mood.
The trees on both sides of the road have sprouted green, tender and lovely, stretching hard, and the scattered branches are full of new green. Some of them have even been completely transformed. Large tracts of green rush to the branches, which is the mark of spring. Pieces of green leaves are covered with branches, like a big green umbrella, flourishing, embracing the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li. Occasionally, I drift across a cloud, just moving lazily and slowly, and gradually drifting into the invisible distance.
Go ahead, it's a small bridge. Small bridges and flowing water are quite artistic. The small bridge is curved, just like a pedestrian's eyes are so comfortable that they narrow into a crack and show a shallow smile. The water flows slowly, reflecting colorful light under the sunlight. In that almost imperceptible breeze, ripples are rippling, like a girl's sweet dimples, full of beautiful years and fascinating. Pick up a stone and throw it into the river, make a Shui Piao, click on it, and watch the small stone bounce off the river and splash a little. Heart, happy.
There is a peach tree by the bridge and the water. Peach blossoms full of trees are not as beautiful as when they are all in bloom. When my mother saw it, she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Peach blossoms are blooming! " , said, and quickly stepped forward, happy like a child. Peach blossoms, purplish trees, full of treetops. There are still yesterday's rain beads on the peach blossom, and a tree is crystal clear in the sun. Every peach blossom is extremely delicate. Just five petals, completely stretched, with a hint of white in purples, telling the pink past. Thin stamens are the most vivid golden yellow, which is the heart with beautiful peach blossoms, trembling slightly in the warm wind, which is the beating of her heart. The wind blows, bringing a faint fragrance and intoxicating. ...
The so-called "peach blossoms and willow greens", with peach blossoms, willows are naturally indispensable. It is also a small river, a willow tree, with thin branches inclined to the river. Long wicker hangs down, covered with pieces of willow leaves, long and narrow, slender. Like a bead curtain. Some longer wickers just reach out to the river and sway gently on the water. Pieces of willow leaves swing from side to side, dancing, clever and tactfully.
The most beautiful day on earth is April. Strolling along the narrow path and reveling in this beautiful spring scenery is also a unique taste.
Whether, because the pace of life is too fast, you are just stuck in the busy, just trying to run forward, but already exhausted. Occasionally slow down and stop to have a rest, only to suddenly find that the scenery along the way is so moving! Pick up your mood and move on. Maybe this is the best way!
The landscape composition has polished off our edges and corners for three times, and the once longing has gradually faded away. We sing different songs, meet different people and watch different scenery, but you in my heart have never changed.
The wind in September has not replaced the heat in midsummer, and the blowing wind is warm. It was quiet around, and the sunshine, smile and uncle's charm all exuded a leisurely atmosphere. This weather. It is the easiest to think of the past, so I think of you.
You, better go. In the huge playground, we held hands and hugged for the last time, although it was the last time, but we didn't let the inexplicable liquid flow out of our eyes. We all know. We just want to tell each other that we are all fine.
I still remember running in the wind and receiving the sunshine together, and you always smoothed my brow with your smile.
We have the same dream, we have the same belief, and we always believe that people's life is only a world of mortals after glitz.
Looking at the sky, I think of you first, reflecting the lights, I think of you first, looking at the yellowed textbooks, I still think of you. I began to subconsciously lose my memory, and all I could think about was you. You are the sun in my heart. Without you now, my world is eclipsed, as if watching a lonely scenery.
Boya's string is broken for a bosom friend, and my pen tip is broken only for you.
I forgot one thing when I left, which made you appear frequently at night. Why did you leave it and make me cry again and again? It occupies all my thoughts, but it haunts you all the time, although it is messy.
Your eyes will always carry my own smile, and your eyebrows will always be filled with frivolous youth. This temptation makes it easy for me to forget you.
You are still arrogant and indifferent, and you are still arrogant and disdainful. High-profile appearance and low-key departure will always be your main tone. When you are stranded on the beach, don't forget me in the distance, which will bring the wind of friendship.
With your departure, I went to another corner. Your smile is engraved in my heart, and I will always remember that your words are beautiful.
When the dust settles and the flowers wither, perhaps the next corner, at a glance, is another beautiful encounter.
The scenery is very cold, especially cold!
There are some geese in the sky who have just returned from the north. Maybe he couldn't stand the chill of spring, called a few times in a hurry and hid in the branch nearest to the sunset. I shrank my neck, zipped up and walked into Yang Shulin, which was much warmer than bare concrete walls and roads.
Looking up at the sky dyed red by the sunset, I tried to find a little peace and relax the tight string of the college entrance examination. I closed my eyes and instinctively moved forward. I groped for a tree and leaned against it gently. There is a steady feeling on my back, like leaning against my father's arms. Poplar bark is rough but warm!
The temperature of the sunset in spring is similar to that of poplar, slightly cool but with a kind of intimate warmth. I leaned against the silent tree behind me and felt their heartbeat with my heart. How eager for spring! Poplars embrace the shoulders of the sunset and set each other off in a painting.
The wind is coming, and the blowing surface is a little cold. I frowned and pulled the zipper tighter. Suddenly, I felt something fall on my head. In normal times, I will scream "there are bugs!" " I don't know why, this time I took it off with peace of mind, as if I was sure it was not a bug. This is probably the benefit of paying attention to Yang's hometown! There is more or less subtle telepathy with the standing poplar.
What I took from my hair was a fallen leaf.
Half squinting, I looked at this dead leaf that refused to return to the soil until early spring. It has a heart-shaped outline and lost its lush color because of the weather, but its veins are still clear. The leaves are a little curly, and they seem to break when touched a little. Every leaf is the heart of poplar! I squatted down slowly, gently put it at the root of the tree, let it return to rest as soon as possible, and accumulate strength for the "Spring City Blooming" in the near future.
I touched the tree and took a deep breath. There are poplars in the air. Gee, there seems to be something in the distance, so I trotted over.
Round wooden pier! It turned out to be a tree root. Squatting down, I saw the rough and simple bark, which is also poplar. According to the old man, a tree is as old as its rings. I curiously counted the wheels left by the years.
Sixteen laps. One year younger than me, but its diameter is longer than my two hands combined! How fast it grows! I patted the round wooden face and felt respected in my heart. Axe pounds into the mountains with time, and this straight poplar should be the tree that gives us the most return!
Next to the round root, it is not bare. In rough places, there are tender poplar buds wrapped in shy yellow-brown coats. They look weak, but they point to the sky like their ancestors.
I remembered some sentences: sensitive land/persistent and distant echoes everywhere/to open up the virgin land of the soul/to enter the forbidden area, perhaps-/to sacrifice there/to leave crooked footprints/to give the latecomers/to sign a pass.
I want to stand as an poplar tree.
Everyone has a lot of troubles: for example, officials are not as good as people's congresses, money is not as good as people, work is not as ideal as people, houses are not as spacious as people, and looks are not as handsome as people. Why do you always feel that you are holding your breath, and everything is not as good as people? ...
Come to think of it, you are not as good as others. Most of them are the result of comparing their own shortcomings with the advantages of others.
In fact, if you compare your income with Zhang San, you will have a sense of superiority in your heart. Compare your work with that of Wang Wu, and you will feel that you have done a good job. Compare your home with Long Sibi, you are no worse than him ... Finally, you will compare yourself with those people who are lying in the hospital bed and squatting in prison. In fact, you are not a loser.
As the poem says, "You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. "
When you envy others, you may actually become the envy of others. For example, Wang Wu envies your stable income from your job, and Zhang San envies your children's obedience. Although he made a lot of money, he didn't teach them well.
This is the weakness of human nature. We often turn a blind eye to what we already have, but we like to worry about what we lack. Trouble also breeds, and pain naturally arises.
Nine times out of ten, no one has a perfect life. Don't forget our own garden while enjoying other people's scenery. As long as we look at it from another angle, we are also a landscape in the eyes of others.
The damp and dignified air seems to turn into water droplets in the lungs, and the sultry and irritable alternate. The world is most afraid of Lingnan days. The cloudy morning is full of wet fog, and the dome is gray, pressing on people's hearts.
I am addicted to newspapers. Jiangnan, in soft water, is the song of Qinhuai in Jinling and the shore of Xiao Yue in Liu Yang. Li Bai once visited the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. It's misty rain and apricot blossom, it's plum green and yellow, and it's a flowing bridge. It is the beautiful scenery written by Liu Qi and the residual makeup of the West Lake in the mouth of perilla. Saibei, on the other hand, is more familiar with the battlefield, the endless flat sand, the wind knife and frost blade, and the awe-inspiring frost morning. It seems that I can hear Jin Ge's iron horse and hunt with flags. It is a boundary drawn by iron and blood, and a city exchanged for strategy and attack.
Then pack your bags and go north!
I hesitated.
The south of the Great Wall on paper is a picture in my heart.
Painting is a talented person and a beautiful woman, painting is tender as water, painting is boating, casting a diamond net to scatter the sunset glow, painting is Jiangnan thousands of miles away, in songs and poems in books; Painting is boundless, painting is Lengyueying, painting is a great achievement, ten thousand bones are withered and jade dragon dies for you, painting is a song in the book, and the words in the poem are thousands of miles north. And in front of the reinforced concrete, the scenery in my heart is completely different.
I am afraid of disillusionment. The scenery in my heart is like an unreachable dream. If you really walk in, I'm afraid there won't be any expectation and imagination. The beauty of literature is illusory. If the music in Pipa has really been handed down, I am afraid it is not as beautiful as the poem. If Gong Sundaniang is dancing a sword here, I'm afraid it's not as beautiful as Du Fu. Li Ping's elegant appearance and graceful eyes are probably the same reason for the stunning Zhuang Jiang, as are my Jiangnan and Saibei.
Distance produces the greatest beauty. When distance is reality and fantasy, beauty is infinite. I can't help sighing when I look at the misty mountains in Nanling.
It's a pity that I was born and raised in Lingnan, so it's hard to find the most beautiful scenery in my heart. Only when he leaves his hometown thousands of miles a day can the landscape of Lingnan become a beautiful and erratic color.
Knowing the scenery in your heart, you must look farther and hide it in your heart.
In the morning, I set foot on this land again, the land where I was born and raised countless times in my dreams.
The air is faintly filled with the fragrance of wild flowers in the countryside, but there seems to be more. I can't say at the moment. ...
The morning sun shines on my face, warm and sweet! The fresh air is refreshing, and the thoughts of memory travel through time and space, as if taking me back to eight years ago. At that time, I was only five or six years old, and I followed my grandfather's ass every day, shuttling between Shan Ye, picking wild flowers, chasing butterflies, reciting Tang poems and learning calligraphy. What a happy childhood! Childhood is really interesting! Unconsciously, there is a slight arc between my lips.
I couldn't wait to run home as soon as I got off the bus. I searched the deja vu mountain road in my memory, but found many wrong places. Bad memory? Or has your hometown changed? After a long walk, I finally walked out of the mountain forest. Directly ahead is a familiar and unfamiliar "village". My feet are no longer the muddy winding path in my memory. When I was a child, I fell into the mud pit and cried immediately. Now I am sleeping under the cement road and buried by the wide, flat and straight avenue. Don't look at the road carefully with your head down, don't worry about falling, and don't worry about falling into the mud pit in the road. Thinking of this, I smiled happily and slowly raised my head, surprised at the picture in front of me: the tall buildings on both sides of the road stood impressively, with a layer of sunshine rising and falling, shining under the blue sky. From time to time, brand-name cars come into view, and shops stand on both sides of the road. Communication optical cables are connected to every household, and many changes are outlined in my sight. I am in a trance. Is this still my hometown? Isn't this a modern town?
I slowed down, marveling at the changes in my hometown and enjoying the beautiful scenery around me. The line of sight passed through the thick camphor tree shade and was cut off by an old man standing at the intersection-isn't that my grandfather? Grandpa has a familiar smile on his familiar face, but he is not a coarse coat in memory, but a very casual shirt, where he raised his hand and waved to me. I trotted past, and grandpa looked at the surprise in my eyes and proudly joked, "What's the matter, don't you know your hometown?" The old face can't hide the vitality of the inner child. Grandpa led me into the house and saw that my shoes were covered with dust. He asked, "Where are you from? It can't be the old road! " I was stunned, and my grandfather suddenly patted his head: "I forgot to tell you, you can take the bus directly to your door!" " "
When I entered the room, I suddenly saw a computer. It turns out that grandpa is learning agricultural knowledge with relish on the Internet. Then I thought of grandpa's orchard, which was many times bigger than before. I had an epiphany. Maybe times have changed people. The grandfather who can't even play with his mobile phone is now learning agricultural high technology!
Grandpa skillfully holds the mouse and talks to me about the vegetables and fruits in the orchard from time to time, and about the country's rich peasant policy. I sat quietly, listening to my grandfather patiently telling me about the changes in my hometown over the years. I saw my grandfather's face was always filled with a proud smile, and his expression kept expanding and spreading in my eyes until it covered my sight. Perhaps the greatest wish of the elderly is to make life in their hometown better and better, or the true feelings revealed by the elderly in their new life bloom on their faces. Looking at the dust under my feet, and then at my grandfather's kindness, the light and shadow around me burst like bubbles and became a world of wild flowers and butterflies. I smiled knowingly.
At night, I see stars shining in the night sky, giving us hope of extinction in the dark. I finally fell asleep peacefully. In my dream, I circled over my hometown. I got drunk before I touched the wine, and became a butterfly in Duke Zhou's dream, flying over the sea with the changes of the stars. The world is changing, people are changing, and the memories of the past have quietly passed away with time, but this beautiful scenery will always be stationed in the corner of my memory, accompanied by my love for my hometown.
Landscape composition 8 ink dyed bamboo forest, leaning against the building Long song, water falling clear lotus, only Wen Yuqing, looking for its singing. -inscription
Get up in the morning to smell the cock crow, watch the sunrise, climb pots and bottles, and sing Long song.
Thousands of frost dyed bamboo forests
At the foot of the mountain is a piece of ink bamboo, with lush trees and picturesque green onions. Sunglow cut off pieces of broken leaves and sprinkled them on the ground, forming a heavy shadow and breaking the sunshine. The foothold of light is an ink bamboo independent of red soil. It stood quietly, let the glow fall and cover it. Dark green bamboo leaves have been stained with heavy frost for many years, writing down the past years of wind and frost, and there are endless grievances in the world. In the shadow of the sun, it is particularly deep. Under the bamboo is an old man. His hair is gray, black and white, white and black, intersecting with gray bamboo leaves, with shadows and overlapping. He looked up and sang Long song, vigorous and deep, and the rhythm of bamboo kissing the ground was long and lingering.
You Lian shui shui pin Yu Xiang
There is a deep pool with a long history on the mountainside. Among them, the fragrance is clear and graceful, floating on the water. Born in the abyss, it is still vaguely revealed that the bud is quietly open. Sink into the pool, still white and flawless, as beautiful as snow jade. Its color outlines the last fragrance in the air. A white hand gently brushed the petals, equally white, equally delicate and equally moving. The owner of the hand is a young girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade. The girl is wearing a white skirt, slim and smart, which is different from others. Smile, with excellent charm. She stood up and sang a brisk song, crisp and crisp, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, which lasted with the crystal falling into the white beat.
Drums shock birds and hurt birds.
It was once so majestic on the cliff, but with the drummer's bones buried, it gradually disappeared into the dust. The drums sounded, still magnificent, scaring away a bird, which sounded sad. A young man came slowly, holding yellow on his left and pale on his right. He is naked, his strong and elegant body reflects gold in the sun, and he is young and healthy. The bronzed skin echoes the dark bronze drum surface at a distance, as if writing down the traces of history. He looked up and sang Long song, mournful and sorrowful. Drums shook the aftershocks, birds sang, and tears grew slightly.
Red makeup falls from heaven.
At the top of Hu Ping, the clouds are shrouded. The afterglow of the sunset fell obliquely on the ground, giving the mountain a delicate and elegant red makeup. Standing between heaven and earth, at the top of the sky, other mountains look short under the sky. Really strong. A group of travelers, travel-stained, men, women and children, but what remains unchanged is the tough but excited expression on their faces. They clap their hands and sing loudly, majestic and distant, whispering with the breeze for a long time at the top of the mountain.
At the top of the sky, the scenery is beautiful and the singing is strong.
Long song, Huiyu, Mo Zhu, You Lian.
A long song, a trip in the mountains. With the picturesque scenery all the way, I sang all the way. After searching and crying, it was finally a song, and the lines were over.
Set composition 9 The air is humid and sultry, suffocating. The dark clouds in the sky are filled with lead, and a few rolling thunder are faintly heard falling from the sky. The shoulder strap of the schoolbag grinds out two thin marks on the shoulder, which are heavy. The drooping sunset is orange and bright at hand. I can't shake off the shadow of my failure in the exam.
Sitting on the side of the road, staring at the ground, a car bell called back my soul. Looking up, I realized that it was not me, but a girl, who could not see clearly against the setting sun. I only took one look, and her stockings took advantage of this moment to break through the light barrier and just rushed into my eyes. I smiled.
What kind of socks are these? Colorful fluorescent gradient, but also covered with fluorescent patterns, from a distance, like a group of moths walking under neon lights.
I couldn't smile when she approached slowly-she only had one leg.
I stared at her intently. I know it's rude to the disabled, but I'm surprised. Why does she still wear such gorgeous socks, for fear that others will not see that she has only one leg? Can she accept others' strange eyes and sympathetic eyes?
In the next few days, at the same time. Everyone sees her in the same place every day. The only thing that has changed is her stockings. Painted with flowers, cartoon characters, stars and sequins ... What I remember most clearly is the English sentence written in black, the most striking sentence: I am beautiful!
Her confidence and strength deeply touched me. She really lost a leg, which meant the ruin of her life for many people, but she faced it bravely. Maybe she also complained about God and others, and was conceited, but in the end, she still held her head high, smiled, faced the cold eyes and bravely took steps, adding a different style to her life.
The shoulder strap is no longer heavy, and the boredom in my heart disappears. The dismal test paper I took out a few days ago has been crumpled by me. Now, I carefully smooth every corner and face it bravely. Once I thought it was brilliant red, like a dotted fork. Now it seems that all this reminds me that I still need to work hard.
Life is long and there will always be setbacks. We should hold our heads high and face it bravely, and eventually we will find that kind of scenery.
Landscape composition 10 grandma Qiu is here again. It's been a long time since she stepped on the footprints of girl Xia. When I saw the maple leaf falling in front of the door, I couldn't help thinking of the people, things and human love I admired.
That autumn, the new neighbor moved into the house, but there were only two little girls.
One day, I went out in a hurry and met those two little girls on the way. They are all carrying heavy things in their hands. Why don't they go out with their mother? Can you lift them? They just smiled and didn't answer.
I didn't understand until I went home and listened to my mother. Those two little girls who I thought were dwarfs were inarticulate. Suddenly I felt that their smiles at that time were so sweet.
The next day, I decided to visit them. As soon as I arrived at Grandma Wang's house, I heard a burst of laughter from the room where there was no movement in the past. Curiosity drove me in. To my surprise, they were chatting with Grandma Wang here. At this time, when they saw me, they still didn't say anything and smiled slightly. I feel very warm this time.
That night, I sneaked into grandma Wang's house without telling my mother. Grandma Wang is still awake. I chatted with her for a while and saw that the wrinkles on grandma Wang's face were light. I know this is their credit. Their love and care for others deeply touched me.
Although I don't have much contact with her, their enthusiasm for others deeply infected me.
They are beautiful and pure in heart. They are full of yearning for the world. They always smile at everyone. I think they forget that they are also people who need help.
We didn't thank them!
The tree without maple leaves will sprout and grow next spring, providing shade for people, just as they have a warm heart.
I appreciate that person, that thing, that human love.