The beauty of nature is either turbulent or static, or urgent or slow; Or like a hundred birds flapping their wings in the sky, or like a lark singing softly and chirping out spring. Living under the fog of the chemical forest, we rarely walk into the real nature and breathe free air, but around us, we can also find some natural shadows under the corner bridge.
On the playground, two butterflies are lingering, dancing lightly and singing tactfully. Their arrival seems to add some bright colors to the humid air after the rain. I catch up with their dance steps, not to catch up with them, but to hope that they can fly over my shoulder or stay on it for a while. I don't think I will disturb them, but I will quietly look at a beautiful soul like that woman writer. Finally, they are still lingering and fly away, just like the bright sunshine on campus, just to match the white skirt. I don't know how many girls let go of their dreams of early spring. I met a beautiful soul that afternoon, and the spring scenery is still there. I feel the freedom and beauty of nature.
I still remember that outside my grandmother's house, a small river meanders through, seemingly flowing but not flowing, but often accompanied by the sound of flowing water. I often sit by the river and feel the river flowing quietly. It is not as majestic as the Three Gorges, and the poems and wars recorded for thousands of years are not as colorful as Dongting. It has evolved into great sadness and joy that touched the poet. That river is just trying to interpret itself and the life value of a river. Clear water, it exudes the spirit of water and the fragrance of earth. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many days, I accompanied the joys and sorrows of the river and felt the tranquility and tenacity of nature.
In autumn, many golden leaves fall like autumn rain, which makes the streets full of the helplessness of the wind and the reluctance of trees. Walking on the golden carpet, every step is crisp and clinking. Pick up a piece at hand and look closely at the fine lines between the gold leaves. "Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing." I suddenly remembered such a poem, and the splendor of autumn seemed to dye everyone into a poet. I chose the most unique leaf to put in the book and continued to walk briskly in the autumn rain. I know that the fall of autumn leaves is not because of the ruthlessness of trees, but because of the helplessness of life, so I don't lament the end of leaf life, but praise its greatness. The wind came again, and I felt the greatness and magnificence of nature in this evening.
There is no lack of beauty in life, only the lack of eyes to find beauty. As long as we are willing, birds and flowers are everywhere. Feel the nature, I see the beauty of life. ...
Beauty is everywhere. 800-word argumentative essay in grade nine.
We all live in a beautiful environment. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will find that there are many beautiful things around you that are worth remembering.
Beauty exists in all aspects, such as the beauty of family, school and community. The meticulous care of our parents in the family, the earnest instruction of teachers in the school, and the hard service of security guards in the community are all manifestations of beauty. Let's find more beauty around us!
Once, my mother and I went shopping in the mall. On the way home by bus, a white-haired old man hobbled slowly onto the bus. He is skinny, trudging and dressed simply. When the passengers saw him, some frowned, some turned to first class and looked different. The old man looked around and saw that there were no empty seats, so he piled up his rickety body and clung to a car railing not far away with great difficulty.
At this time, I saw a young man about 20 years old coming forward, holding the old man and saying, "Grandpa, go and sit over there." The old man smiled at the young man, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you! Young man, "say that finish, with the help of young people, slowly walked to the seat. "There are not many good people like you now!" The old man praised him. After he sat down, he looked at the young man and asked, "How are you? Where to do things? " "Thank you for your compliment. I am working in a company now. " The young man said with a smile. "Young man, have ambition, work hard!" The old man encouraged him to say. The young man looked at the old man and smiled happily.
After a while, it was dark and it began to rain. The old man was about to get off the bus when the young man happened to be carrying an umbrella and said, "Grandpa, let me take you home!" " "The young man helped the old man out of the car and sent him home. The old man's home is not far from ours. When we got off the bus, we saw the young people returning to the station to wait for the bus. I looked back and saw that the rain floating all over the sky wet the young people's clothes.
Ah, what a touching scene! Young people would rather get wet in the rain than protect the old. He always thinks of the old man, not himself. His good quality of helping others is a moral beauty worth learning. When I got home, I couldn't calm down for a long time, and the enthusiastic figure of the young man still echoed in my mind. This is the beauty around you!
Beauty is the expression of nature, and beauty comes from the world. Beauty is everywhere as long as you feel it with your heart.