The beauty of 1 is everywhere. As long as you carefully observe every little detail and every little move in life, you will find that this is a beautiful world. I used to complain that the world was too cruel, but when I paid attention to it from another angle, I found that beauty was around me.
Get up in the morning and walk in the street. The clean environment makes me relaxed and happy. I can't help thinking that when I was still asleep, the sanitation workers had quietly crossed the street. Walking into the park, the green grass is telling Shi Zhuan Zhu how much water the gardener watered it last night. I sat on the Shi Zhuan board and smiled. Suddenly, a dirty jar came into view, so striking in a beautiful environment. A little boy came and kicked in the grass, and my face somehow pulled down. In the distance, a little girl came skipping while singing. She pulled the grass apart, picked up the jar, put it in the dustbin, and then sang a song to the grass. I approached to listen to what she was singing. She was singing: "Where is spring …" With her nursery rhymes, I walked out of the park.
Passing by the fish pond, the children are feeding the fish; Walking through the flower lane, the little boy put a lark here and crossed the stone bridge. The adults gave some coins to the little beggar. At this time, the setting sun reflected half the sky and I walked home. In a small bypass, I stopped and moved my bike on the blind road to one side. Into their own yard, adults sit together talking and laughing.
When I went upstairs, the girl next door helped my grandfather walk behind me. ...
Beauty is giving, selflessness, kindness, labor, unrequited and unknown. Let's observe beauty, experience beauty, understand beauty, feel beauty and achieve beauty together! Don't say that the world is ruthless, and don't complain that people are sinister. Believe it! Beauty is around me, beauty is around you, and beauty is around everyone!
Look, the man watching TV, with big bright eyes, covered with hair and slender fingers, is 1. 65, thin body, can't stand noise, her biggest feature is-easy to get.
Where should I start? Let's start here. I remember that day, during the winter vacation, I searched something online. I haven't studied all afternoon. I called my aunt and asked her to learn to teach me, but she soon learned. Don't think I'm stupid, because many people fold but don't. Do you think her hands are clever?
She also taught me many handicrafts, including stars, paper cranes, heart-shaped boxes, rings and hearts. ...
Is it a lot? Another small feature of her is that she likes to keep things in her heart. I don't know why.
It was that time that I went upstairs to sleep and pushed open the door of her room at will, and found paper all over the floor. Her eyes are red. I asked her what was wrong. She didn't speak either. I thought she had a cold, so I went downstairs and told my mother. My mother said, "Aunt should be crying. Let's go and have a look. " Upstairs, aunt still didn't speak. My mother asked a few questions. Only when she spoke did I know that my aunt was "lovelorn". I watched menstruation's tears flow from the corner of her eyes and slide across her white face. I didn't feel uncomfortable looking at her. That's my aunt, keeping things in her heart and not letting others know. This is her.
She is my aunt, a strong person, a person who seldom cries, a person who loves to laugh, a person who is easy to get, a person who is like a child, a person who is as thin as a small hemp pole, a person who likes to hide things in her heart, and a unique person. She is my aunt Xiaoli.
I don't want freedom, I just want restraint!
The fish's feathers haven't grown yet, but you are leaving me. Why? Just because I'm a girl? Am I inferior to boys? Among many brothers and sisters, who has better grades than me? No, I won the first place in the school. How many honors have I won for you? I have countless questions in my heart, but you always give me the cold shoulder.
Mom, you know, when you told me not to study and let me work to make money, my heart ached. Why don't you let me read? Why don't you let me read? Family conditions are not prohibited. I think it's just because I'm a girl. Well, since you don't want me, why did you give birth to me? My brother's grades are not as good as mine. Why, why isn't he the one who doesn't study?
Mom, since my brother was born, delicious food and fun have never appeared in my hands again. Why? You didn't buy me clothes for the Spring Festival this year. Why? You are too selfish.
Mom, do you still remember that when I showed you the certificates of district-level three-good students and top ten students in the school, you broke my heart: "Can you eat as a meal?" Useful for P! " I worked hard for a semester, but what I got was this sentence. Do you know how sad I am?
I don't need clothes and gifts, but I can't live without self-esteem. Because I am so strong, I can beat many seniors to become the president of the student union, and beat the elites in my class to become members of the class Committee, with excellent results. So, mom, I want to say to you: "I am a girl, but I am by no means weaker than a boy." I am a girl. I don't want too much freedom. I just want your restraint and your concern! "
On August 8, a catastrophic mudslide occurred in Zhouqu. It's all on TV. How many people will be displaced, how many people will face their loved ones, and where will you go? Many things have happened in our country in the past few years. Especially in Sichuan area, natural disasters continue.
I don't think they will be discouraged by the mudslide in Gansu, because they have a sincere and unbeaten heart for China. People survived the Wenchuan earthquake. What else in Zhouqu can stop people from moving forward? I believe they will stick to it.
In the rescue work after the mudslide, I remembered a loud and great name of the armed police-Wang Wei. He tried to find survivors within 400 meters of his home. But there are wives and unborn children at home. In order to save time and save more people, he did not go home, but called his wife to leave. Soon, after several explosions, he knew that his wife might have an accident and no one answered the phone. He continued to dig hard in the ruins. I learned that the hospital called and my wife and children died unfortunately. Afterwards, Wang Wei said, "Only by saving more people can I be worthy of my wife and children. Only at work can I not think about my wife and suffer. " The key is that Wang Wei left the hope of life to others. I can't help admiring: "Great!" Come on, Wang Wei, Zhouqu, persevere!
Tiananmen Square was also crowded with people who spontaneously came to mourn for the dead in Zhouqu and pray for the living. Danzhou and Gansu held special mourning meetings. People put down their work to mourn. At this time, my heart also poured out a stream of blood, silent for three minutes. Zhouqu, come on! So far, 1 has been raised. 200 million yuan is used for disaster relief work. "If one party has difficulties, all parties will support us." We should all give our love.
How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? I believe that after this, Zhouqu will be stronger and the people of Zhouqu will be braver. Zhouqu, come on! We are in the same boat.
Unconsciously, we have lived in love for more than ten years, and love is like spring breeze, which slowly blows into our hearts; Love is like a spring flower, blooming in our hearts, and we grow up happily under the bath of love.
Five years old, likes to hide in grandma's sweater.
That winter, the Spring Festival was coming, and grandma magically took out a familiar sweater for me to wear on the first day of the New Year. This sweater is simple in appearance, only decorated with a few small flowers. When I left, it suddenly occurred to me that this was a masterpiece that grandma spent several months completing! At the moment, grandma is knitting a sweater for me wholeheartedly, and I can't help but recall the little things that grandma cares about me: every winter, she will prepare a sweater for me to keep out the cold; Every time I come home from school, she will prepare delicious snacks for me ... On New Year's Day, it is freezing and snowing outside, and it feels warm to wear grandma's sweater. Grandma has always praised me for wearing this sweater. At this moment, a warm current flows into my heart and moistens every inch of my skin.
At the age of eight, love is hidden in the words of parents.
At school, my parents saw me off together and laughed all the way. When I got off the bus, my father told me, "You must listen carefully in class, ask me if you don't understand, raise your hand more in class, and study hard at school ..." My mother helped me carefully arrange the red scarf, habitually patted me on the shoulder and said to me with a smile, "Go in quickly." Concerned eyes make me look forward to my future study. I flew into the school and turned around to find that my parents were still watching me enter the school.
Twelve years old, love is hidden in the teacher's teaching.
I failed the English exam unexpectedly, and I sat in my seat with a sad face. I don't know when the English teacher came up to me, called me out, patiently explained the topic to me, talked with me and encouraged me. The sound of teaching makes me feel like a spring breeze, which opens my heart and makes me feel warm.
Love is hidden in every corner, every street and every family. If you have a pair of eyes, love will be found by you. Love is everywhere.
Time flies, another year, and winter has passed in a blink of an eye. When the ice and snow melt, spring has quietly come to us.
Look, the sky seems clearer than winter, dotted with long white clouds; Look, the new green of the mountain comes into view, giving people a pleasing feeling; You see, rivers and lakes, big and small ("size" is a misnomer) have come back to life and become transparent and shiny.
Spring is much more than that.
Look, the peach blossoms in the park are in full bloom. From a distance, they look like pink clouds. Peach blossoms are delicate and charming, and they are beautiful. You see, this peach blossom is full of petals, and the pale pink is covered with petals. This color is a little more rosy, and there is a hazy white in the flowers ... it seems that "peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."
Look, the grass on the ground has sprouted. Don't underestimate this grass. Big trees are stronger than them. Every spring, they grow new leaves. Grass, too, is a kind of elegant green, as if washed away by rain for a long time. As soon as the spring breeze blows, it immediately emerges from the soil, covering a large area. You can take a closer look. The green grass is mixed with the brown color of the soil. Is this what Han Yu said: "The grass is close at a distance, but it is not."
You see, those animals that have been dormant for a long time have come out one after another: you see, bees and butterflies are shuttling back and forth among the flowers, busy collecting honey and pollinating. Listen, the bird is standing on the branch and singing! The twittering sounds interweave into a wonderful symphony. Of course, the cuckoo in spring is indispensable!
Look! In this early spring, flowers, grass, insects and animals have all come back to life. At this beautiful moment of the New Year, they are all very busy and work hard for what they want to accomplish. Of course, the new semester is new, and we are also in adolescence. Like all things in nature, we should live up to our youth, study hard and study hard. Youth is the most important period in life. "A year's plan lies in spring". To seize this "spring" opportunity, we must strive to achieve ourselves.
It's spring again, the light of Mo Fuchun!
Among many flowers, some people like bright roses, others like graceful chrysanthemums, but I like bougainvillea, the city flower of Kashima.
Bougainvillea looks like clusters of burning torches from a distance, like a string of firecrackers from a closer point, like a fireball from a closer point, and like butterflies dancing among flowers. Some bougainvillea are like Charmander spouting flames, some are like white clouds, and some are like proud giraffes. The bougainvillea stems are like thick arms. There are small thorns on the brown stems, which are quite stinging. The thorn on the stem is like a guard to protect bougainvillea, often reminding everyone: "Don't pick me, or I will stab you and bleed!" " The new leaves of bougainvillea are light green and the old leaves are dark green. The front of the leaves is dark green and the back is light green. The leaves are shaped like a drop of water. The leaves grow layer by layer, and at first glance they look like a green ocean. Bougainvillea flowers can have many colors, including red, yellow, light purple, white and blue ... Bougainvillea always leaves a gorgeous figure. The petals of bougainvillea are like leaves and look like transparent paper with three stamens in the middle. Stamens blink like stars.
Stamens give off a faint fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed. Bougainvillea bougainvillea is not as fragrant as jasmine, as gorgeous and delicate as rose, as noble and elegant as peony, but bougainvillea bougainvillea is elegant, noble and unyielding, and it can also produce beautiful flowers in barren and arid land, symbolizing the spirit of Xiamen people that "love will win".