In downtown areas, the moon is rarely seen, and countless beautiful neon lights and lighting lamps have replaced the brightness, making the moon as dim as a mass of gray.
Only in the quiet and comfortable countryside can you see the moonlight. However, the moon in the city is also beautiful!
As night falls, the moonlight will spread the bright light of white jade all over the world, reflecting the beautiful jungle-like tall buildings like jade. The moon crept into the house quietly and sprinkled it through the window, like a pool of pearls sprinkled by a fairy, dazzling and colorful, and like a layer of frost.
"Until, I raised my cup, I asked the moon, gave me my shadow, and made the three of us" and "We all held high to distant ideas and wanted to go to the sky to embrace the moon". How many beautiful feelings the ancients placed on the moon. The moon is a symbol of purity and beauty. The shiny silver plate is so beautiful and lovely, crystal clear as pearls.
Walking through the park, a sharp knife light flashed under the tree. As soon as I looked down, I saw the light and shadow of the moon coming down from the shade of the tree, dense and flickering, gathering and scattering, and looking up, the moon was thousands of miles away. I walked forward and the moon followed me naughtily. Suddenly, the silver moonlight flowed on me, so gorgeous!
The moon dances in the trees and floats in the evening breeze, carefree. Moonlight is flowing on the water, playing with the river, accompanied by the sound of water. The moon shoots into the water and swims around underwater like a whitebait. He also made the underwater stones colorful, like jade. The moon is also a flowing color.
There are many stars in the sky, and the stars are very bright. I have never found this bright moon so beautiful, so I greedily appreciate its infinite beauty. Looking around, the moon is as graceful as a fairy.
I no longer miss the bustling neon lights. I suddenly saw that in an instant, the moonlight filled this beautiful city, the city of the moon, making tall buildings beautiful, dressed and soaked by moonlight.
Li Shangyin wrote a poem about "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". I admire his insight and can enjoy such a beautiful scenery. However, the old couple who help each other in the sunset in their hometown are the most beautiful scenery in the world.
According to the past, I remember that when I was a child, my grandparents were no older than each other and were busy with their own affairs. I played tricks on them for years, and I didn't understand why until today.
In the past, I always looked at two figures, one tall and one short, waiting together in the sunset for a while. When eating, grandma always calls grandpa to eat, and grandpa always ignores it. Then grandma gets angry and I always snicker.
Time passed quickly, and my grandparents hurried by without paying attention to each other.
A few years later, grandparents are getting older and their white hair has increased a lot. I vaguely remember that grandparents came together because of their parents' wishes. Since then, grandma who loves to talk and laugh has followed her taciturn grandfather. After decades, they still can't talk every day. However, things have changed since grandpa became ill.
Grandpa's illness was incurable at that time, but no one gave up, especially grandma. Every night, we take turns nursing, but I always see grandma busy, sighing and staring blankly while nursing. I had unspeakable grief at that time. Finally, a miracle appeared and grandpa woke up.
In those days, I often saw grandma walking towards grandpa in the afterglow of the sunset. Yu Hui combined the figures of grandpa and grandma, so I couldn't tell which was grandpa and which was grandma. "Drink quickly, don't get cold." For the first time, grandpa took the bowl from grandma neatly and gulped it down.
"A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise." Grandpa and grandma cherish each other at the moment, and their figures in the sunset are like ancient paintings hundreds of years ago. This is the most beautiful scenery in my hometown I have ever seen in my life!
The scenery is particularly unforgettable because of the true feelings!
The night is like ink, coming with purple gas, shining like a sprinkle, and the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine; The sky is blue, better than the willow. It seems to be a heavy color scattered in the landscape, and the beautiful scenery is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Take a sip, see the fragrance of flowers is leisure, have a drink, enjoy the sunset like blood, feel amazing, have a beautiful heart, and make yourself beautiful.
Beautiful scenery comes into your eyes, and beautiful things flow in your heart. I am keen to wander between beautiful scenery and make myself beautiful in the process.
Quiet, quiet, quiet yourself. The dawn of the night quietly falls on the moon clouds and treetops. The stars are long and bright, scattered in the air, and the mist is like a girl's veil, holding the sky and the earth through the nebula. I walked alone on the mountain road in the country, just because of the scenery and to make myself beautiful. In the past, there seemed to be elves walking freely on the road, attracting you to move forward. Sometimes I pause for a while and listen carefully. The branches are getting bigger and bigger, there are more and more weeds, and the rustling of a pulse not far away gradually enters my heart. Seen from a distance, the blue street lights and staggered tree shadows on the boulevard are colorful. I was originally impetuous in the downtown area, and gradually calmed down under the appreciation of the scenery and precipitated into people's hearts. I was a little impetuous, in the quiet night accompanied by cicadas, slowly dissipated in the sound of footsteps and breathing. Slight rain beats overhead and drips into your quiet heart, but the sound is quieter and quieter, which makes you beautiful.
Strong scenery, strong heart and strong self. The setting sun reflected on the other side of the river, and the corner of his eye flashed. Looking around, the sky is vast and boundless, slowly dyed red by red and orange, and the eyes are full of blood and gold. Seeing the magnificent scenery, the heart oppressed by study also shook, embracing the world and welcoming the hero's red face was covered with fragments of sunshine. I stand here to enjoy the warm scenery and make myself beautiful. The light of the sunset glow is like a sword, which separates black from white, cuts the sky into golden yellow, and then lingers in the ripples with the river. I often come here with open arms, embrace the beautiful scenery and shout "the sunset is like blood" just to make myself beautiful.
Enjoy the scenery, see the cherry turn red, the banana turn green, see the top of the mountain embrace each other, the mountains and rivers are the same color, enjoy the scenery and make yourself beautiful. I am fascinated by the scenery, and I am also in love, which will eventually add a little beauty to my heart. I enjoy the scenery, quiet and strong, all to make myself beautiful.
At the end of last month, my parents and I came to the beautiful paradise village and started our trip to the paradise village.
We chose a farmhouse as our temporary rest place, which made us feel at home. Put down your luggage and come to the stream in front of the door. This stream is crystal clear. Standing on the bridge, you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the stream. We took off our shoes and socks and walked into the stream. This stream is as cool as stepping on ice in summer. Standing in the water, looking at the sun in the west and the stream in the distance, turned yellow, just like the color of the sun and water mixed together. We play in the water, and we will raise the mountain. We reluctantly went back to the farmhouse to prepare for tomorrow's trip.
The next morning, we started climbing the mountain with dry food and water on our backs. There are dense green trees along the way. Birds can be heard singing beautifully everywhere.
After a while, we heard the sound of running water, and we could see a white ribbon hanging down from the mountainside. When you look closely, it looks like a nine-day galaxy falling from the sky. As said in Li Bai's poem, "When the Milky Way flies down to thousands of feet, it will be doubtful for nine days". Standing on the edge of the waterfall, the waterfall slaps the rocks and splashes. It was sunny there just now, but it's raining in Mao Mao!
We continued to climb, and there were strange peaks and rocks everywhere along the way. We walked along the winding mountain road, step by step to the top of the mountain: Nantianmen. When I looked back, the mountain was right under my feet. I seemed to be stepping on a cloud, and there was a feeling that all other mountains looked short under the sky ... Dad stood on the highest rock and held out his hand as if he could touch the blue sky. Looking back at the rugged roads we climbed up the mountain, we can see that all these were trampled by the Liu Deng army at that time. It is conceivable how hard the Red Army worked at that time!
We stayed on the mountain for a long time and really wanted to take all the beauty of this mountain into our pocket. The sun is setting in the west, so we have to take the cableway down the mountain.
I am a mountain boy. My hometown is a beautiful valley. I can hear the roar of the wind; You can also see the majesty of the mountain; More people can see flowing streams and quiet starry sky.
LAM Raymond seems to be a good friend, but they are a little selfish, and they often make exciting noises when they play. But if you are used to listening. Will you find that this is not the voice of the sea that is usually the spokesperson? Hit hard on the rocks, the sea churned up and set off huge waves. Therefore, it has always had a nice name: pine forest. Song Tao and Lin changed like a cloud: just a gentle and hypnotic song melody, with a surprising roar in an instant. Sometimes it's naughty and annoying. Although I haven't seen it, you can hear the sound from such a pine forest!
In the valley, I often look up at the steep cliff, a bulge and a depression. This is also very interesting. Look at the top of the mountain, so high; It's too sharp Like a hump. Is this mountain a big camel?
Life in the valley is not boring. Xiaoxi is one of my best friends. This stream is shallow and clear. The bottom of the river is covered with all kinds of pebbles. It is these seemingly ordinary stones that make the stream shine in the sun. Winding thousands of miles like the milky way. Small fish and shrimps get together and run after them contentedly. Tired, aren't pebbles their beds? This stream is warm in winter and cool in summer. In summer, my feet are immersed in water, and a cool feeling comes to my face, which is refreshing. I often start from the door, walk from downstream to upstream, and then slide from upstream to downstream, which is enough for me to play all morning! This stream brings me endless happiness!
At night, I like annoying nights. I don't like the silence at night, but I like black cloth with stars. Stars make the night look so beautiful. The moon is always behind the top of the mountain. This is only the glory of one of my stars. From then on, my wish was very small. That's the starry sky outside. Look at the mysterious moon.
Now, I have never seen a more beautiful star than my hometown!
The most beautiful scenery, when it comes to this topic, it is very simple, really simple, hard to say and difficult. I was going to write down the real scenery in my life, but I raised my pen and wrote down the most beautiful "scenery" in my heart!
In our ever-changing world, there are indeed many beautiful scenery. Those winds are beautiful and full of natural breath, which makes people completely intoxicated in this beautiful scenery. But in my mind, the most beautiful scenery is not a scenery that people appreciate, but something!
It was a stormy morning. That day, as usual, I went to school by bus alone. I stood silently on the bus and looked out the window. Four words-downpour! It is raining harder and harder. In the car, you can still hear the wind whistling! Looking at the growing rain, I looked at the small umbrella in my hand. This is just a small umbrella, and it is also a sun umbrella! Shenlong primary school arrives at the station. I have no choice but to get off slowly. I really don't know how I should face the downpour, the slippery ground and the howling wind. ...
I quickly opened my umbrella, and the rain seemed to have soaked my schoolbag. Cars come and go along this road. Because the umbrella is small, the wind almost blew it away. I held my umbrella tightly, but I couldn't see the front. I am like an unconscious basketball, unconscious and disoriented. Just as I was wondering, suddenly, a tall figure appeared. "Come with me!" I looked at the stranger and looked at it carefully. It's an uncle in the guard room. He always takes me away. Although the time is so short and the distance is so short, I still look at my uncle's "tall" figure and the most beautiful back, which is the most beautiful scenery in my heart!
If time can go back to that moment, how I wish I could make up for it! Although it is only a small gesture, short words and short distance, it is a great concern! It is also the most beautiful scenery in my heart!
My hometown is Zheshan Mountain in Nanyang, and there is a river called Qiantang River nearby.
Today's weather is really good. Blue sky and white clouds, golden autumn wind blowing all over the earth. My parents took me to the scenic Qiantang River. From a distance, Qiantang River is like a dividing line, separating Hangzhou from Xiaoshan.
In the bright sunshine, Qiantang River looks very spectacular. The waves of the river beat against the rocks, and the sound was like playing music for us. It's really nice! The breeze blew across the river, and the river rippled like silk floating in the wind.
My father and I went to the river and put our hands in the water. The river is cool and comfortable, and it feels like drinking ice water. I can't wait to take off my shoes and play with my parents. My mother stood on the shore and took pictures of us. Suddenly, I proposed to compete with my father to see who threw the stone far away. I picked up a small stone and threw it out, thinking: I must throw it farther than my father. Who knows, dad threw it, much farther than I did. I was unconvinced and continued to compete, but my father still threw farther than me. Although I lost, I still had a good time.
On the wide river, several small fishing boats are fishing. Fishing boats move slowly like canoes. I saw the fisherman pull the fishing net out of the river, and quickly put it away, and returned with a full load every time. There is a magnificent bridge (Jiangdong Bridge) on the river. At night, the lights on the bridge are really beautiful.
Every year in the middle of August in the lunar calendar, the Qiantang River tide is called "the wonder of the world". Whenever I think back to the scene of Ma Benteng at the high tide of Qiantang River, I can't help being as excited as a flood. A white line will appear on the river, instantly forming a white wall across the whole river, making a "rumbling" sound, like countless soldiers cheering, and then the noisy tide will be washed away in the distance.
I am really glad that there is such a beautiful Qiantang River near my hometown.
Taking the scenery as the topic composition 8 scenery-in the mountains, pine trees, flashing dark green edges, stirring rough melody. Trunks and cracks creak, and rock fragments roll down from time to time.
The roots of pine trees are inserted into the heart of the earth. Despite the destruction of wind and the withering of ice, it is still proud and unyielding. This is an immortal landscape.
The ancients compared the pine tree to youth, but today people compare it to an eternal spirit. Tall and straight pine trees tell one story after another.
The best portrayal of Li Bai and Cangsong is when Ling Xiaoyun went straight to thousands of feet.
Yingshanhong, in the lush green, dyed the mountains red, dotted the earth, full of vitality. Just when the girl's blushing face, red lips and bright colors are about to drip, stepping into the mountains is like falling into dreamy love.
Rhododendrons sublimate between blooming and withering, dazzling. Maybe it's a epiphyllum-like landscape.
The flowers in the field, however, bloom in splendor, containing the spirit of the mountain and the essence of the earth, and harvest in splendor. The madness in splendor is the scenery watered by sweat.
As a result, there are smiles covered with branches and fruits sweating like rain. The songs of Beijiangmei -arel are picturesque and beautiful as flowers in Jiangnan town. The dragonfly nodded and the frog on the lotus leaf opened its mouth.
As a result, arel and arel's Beijiang beauty have become the scenic spots appreciated by others.
In the square, the beautiful melody of Beijiang River, the girl who sings and dances lightly, steps on the beautiful melody and dances gently, so drunk that the stars twinkle and pedestrians stop. Become the enviable scenery of others.
In fact, life is also a landscape, with a wise man's landscape, a fool's landscape and an ambitious fool's landscape. Some people stand on the high foothills and appreciate others, while you appreciate others, you are appreciated by others. This is the scenery in the landscape.
I hope-you will always be the scenery enjoyed by others.
As long as you observe and experience the scenery patiently, you will certainly find many beautiful scenery in places you are familiar with.
Young people envy the couple who live in the forest park. They think they have fresh air, a large area of Chinese fir bamboo forest, quiet forest paths, birds and flowers. But the couple don't think so. On the contrary, they envy the life of their city people and think the city is rich and interesting. Is it because there is no scenery in familiar places? The answer is no, just because the couple didn't observe and understand carefully. As bystanders, young people have their own reasons to be "bystanders". The couple, on the other hand, have a taste of "I don't know the sky and the earth."
In fact, as long as we observe carefully, we will find that many places we are familiar with have many beautiful scenery. Take my previous primary school as an example! This is a place I am very familiar with. She nursed me for six years. Let me from an ignorant child into a thoughtful teenager. I know my surroundings like the back of my hand. So some people will find it difficult to find any scenery in such a familiar place. But I don't think so. Due to the limited space, in the morning, you can find many old people in the village gathering on the playground for morning exercises. Some are running, some are playing Tai Ji Chuan, and some are practicing calligraphy. It was not until the children arrived at school one after another that they reluctantly left. Don't these old people add a beautiful landscape to this primary school every morning?
As long as you observe and experience carefully, you will find many beautiful scenery in places we are familiar with. For example, in the vegetable market near our home, we can hear the shouts of selling things and the voices of people bargaining early every morning, which converge into a beautiful melody and are familiar with the local scenery! Every day, we go to school by the only path. The houses and trees on both sides of the road also add a landscape to the path, adding a lot of color to the path.
The scenery is familiar, as long as we observe and experience it, we will find something.
Writing on the topic of scenery 10 There are scenery everywhere around us, but not every scenery is so beautiful.
It was a sunny day. Mom is busy cooking and asked me to take out the garbage downstairs. Just downstairs, there came a cleaner across the street, about 50 years old, short stature. I saw her head down, bent down and sweeping the garbage rhythmically ... She suddenly looked up and saw that her thin face was in sharp contrast with the big mask. Seeing the rubbish in my hand, she greeted me with a smile and opened her big garbage bag. I successfully threw the garbage in. No sooner had I turned around than a beautiful tall girl came behind me. She has long black hair, a fair face and beautiful big eyes. Suddenly, with a bang, a mouthful of phlegm came out of her little mouth. Before I recovered, she took out the melon seeds and ate them, throwing up as she walked. The people next to her cast contemptuous eyes, but she didn't care at all, still walking and eating melon seeds like no one's watching, leaving a melon seed shell. ...
At this time, the cleaner walked gently to the girl and said softly to her, "Please don't spit melon seeds on the ground. This is our own environment and needs everyone's protection. " But the girl didn't even lift her eyelids, and in turn ridiculed the cleaner: "Cut, go away! You are just a cleaner, and you have to sweep the garbage I throw. " Say a push away the cleaner, strutting away. The cleaner was unprepared. She pushed and tripped and almost fell to the ground. I froze, thinking, how could such a beautiful girl do this? What surprised me even more, however, was that the cleaner didn't blame the girl, silently cleaned up the melon seeds she had dropped and left with the garbage truck.
The figure of the girl disappeared in my sight, but the figure of the cleaner became clearer and clearer in my sight ... In my heart, this is the truly beautiful scenery.
Taking scenery as the topic, the composition 1 1 is so beautiful that it haunts the world. If you pay attention to life with the eyes of discovery, you will sigh-there is no scenery in the world.
There is no scenery on the earth. Look, beautiful nature, catkins swaying, grass growing and warblers flying, the warmth of spring is a landscape; Green is thick, water waves are sparkling, and summer enthusiasm is a landscape; Golden world, cool breeze, autumn maturity is a landscape; Wan Li is covered with snow, and the purity of winter is a landscape. Harmonious and wonderful nature is an indispensable landscape in the world.
There is no scenery on the earth. Reading, a heavy cultural history, the grandeur of "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen" is a landscape; The sadness of "when is the bright moon, asking for wine from heaven" is the scenery; "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" pride and self-confidence is a kind of scenery; "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" is like a landscape. Thick and profound culture is an indispensable landscape in the world.
There is no scenery on the earth. Look, the crystallization of human wisdom, the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li is a landscape; Magical and strange civilization miracle pyramid is a landscape; The infinite broadband world is a landscape, and Venus Brokeback is a landscape; The grand blueprint for flying to aliens is scenery; Lian Fang Tower, which is integrated with western architecture, is a landscape. At any time, the crystallization of human wisdom is an indispensable landscape in the world. There is no scenery on the earth. Listen, the echo of life: a young man took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to a beggar who was less than 1 meter. Half a minute later, the beggar limped to the donation box 30 meters away, stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the box, and took some coins out of his pocket and put them in the box. The sound of coins is the kind and sincere voice of beggars, the echo of life, the inner voice and an indispensable scenery in the world.
Open your eyes and look back at the world with beautiful eyes and warm feelings, and you will sigh-the world is full of scenery.
One autumn morning, when I opened the window, the cool fog crept into the room-everything in the city was hazy, and the wind gently blew up the mist and the fragrance of flowers and plants. With a breeze, the fog quietly filled the whole room.
Silently, the fog came, coming from a distant mountain village and following the cool wind-
Fog, floating in every corner of the city, thick, through the gap, you can vaguely see the outline of tall buildings, cars, passers-by, so beautiful, so beautiful. This seems to be a white gauze skirt thrown by a fairy in the sky between cities. It's soft, very elegant and charming. Just like the clouds in the sky are infatuated with the earth, and they are not like the result of hitting themselves (raining). Vaguely, refreshing, as if stepping into the fairy palace, it is refreshing.
In the dense fog, every tall building, every car and every pedestrian between cities looks like the work of a versatile artist. Dense fog and floating are the characteristics of this painting, which is a beautiful white landscape. What a perfect work! Every drop of pigment has a magical color, which is really a wonderful work in the world!
Fog changed the atmosphere of the city. In the sun, every tall building between cities has become so tall and straight, and the spirit has reached an unimaginable level; Every car is so colorful, and the colors are so bright; Every pedestrian's face is filled with excited and happy smiles. Everything seems to be a new beginning, so clean and brand-new.
The colors in this fog are hidden from time to time, which is unexpected in the artist's clever mind. However, as long as you have seen this color, it will be unforgettable.
I don't know when, the fog gradually dispersed. The wind also held its breath, and people hummed a beautiful tune happily, as if talking about the joy after the fog dispersed. There are tree hooks hanging on the leaves in the park. Shiny, or silver, in the sun, slowly turned into water, "pa!" " "Hit the cement road with a bang-
"Pa da, pa da ..."
As if singing a song praising the fog, I was deeply intoxicated in it for a long time. ...
My hometown is in the south of Shaanxi, and I have a nice name-Hanzhong. Hanzhong is a basin, because the climate here is suitable and the seasons are like spring, which is also called "Little Jiangnan". Today, I will show you the beautiful scenery of Hanzhong.
Lianhuachi Park, located in the center of the city, is my favorite place to go. This is the back garden of Wang Fu, Ming Rui. Walking into the park gate, you can see a big lake, and the shore is covered with willows. Spring has come, wicker buds hang down and sway with the wind. I can't help but think of the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet He: "Jasper is as high as a tree, and a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss hangs down."
Every summer, the lotus flowers are in full bloom and the fragrance is overflowing. In autumn, standing on the island in the middle of the lake watching the fallen leaves, the park has a panoramic view. There was silence in the snow-covered winter park. It should be nice to make a snowman with friends!
Guhantai, also known as Hanzhong Museum, is located in East Street of Hanzhong City. This is the famous "the first floor of Qindi Nanlai", that is, Wangjiang Building. Wangjiang Building was built in the Southern Song Dynasty, and various bronzes are displayed in the building. In Guhantai, there is also the city flower of Hanzhong-Eclipta prostrata, also called Dryland Lotus. The strangeness of this tree is that it blooms first and then grows leaves. Flowers bloom in March, also known as "Spring Tree". There is also Shimen plank road exhibition hall. There is a plank road sand table in the exhibition tube. There are also many historical allusions here: the story of "Ming Xiu's plank road secretly crossing Chen Cang, Hongmen banquet" happened here. Standing in the plank road exhibition hall and looking at the plank road on the cliff, I feel that the ancients are really amazing!
There are also four treasures in Hanzhong: giant panda, pronghorn, golden monkey and crested ibis. These rare animals live in Foping, Yangxian and Qinling Mountains in Hanzhong. Hanzhong is also a paradise for rape blossoms. Every spring, rape blossoms are like a picture scroll, attracting tourists from all over the world.
There are countless beautiful scenery in Hanzhong. I love my beautiful hometown-Hanzhong!
What is the most beautiful scenery? It is the fruitful result of autumn. A hundred flowers blossom in spring. This is the heat of summer. It snows heavily in winter.
Among these landscapes, perhaps flowers in spring are more popular. However, I appreciate the pieces of goose feather snow in winter, and the spectacular snowflakes are falling.
One winter, I was studying in the classroom, but I didn't notice that the heavy snow like goose feather had fallen. When I left the classroom after class, I was suddenly attracted by the beautiful scenery outside. Snowflakes are falling. I have a snowflake in my hand. It looks like a small snowflake. If you look at it carefully in your hand, you will find that the snowflake is small but beautiful. Cold as borneol and white as chrysanthemum, the flowers in your hand are round in appearance, but they have "petals" like branches, which fall with the team. Although it is not as beautiful as chrysanthemums, as rich as peonies and as gorgeous as roses, snow has its own style. Although it is small and exquisite, it will melt in your hand, but it is slowly moistening the earth. The bell ... the bell rang, and I reluctantly returned to the classroom.
After school, the earth is like a white coat, and there are countless ginkgo fruits on the trees. I left deep footprints where I walked. Grab a handful of cold snow!
When I got home, it began to snow again. I stuck out my tongue and a snowflake floated to the corner of my mouth. It's cold and melts as soon as it reaches my mouth. It's really "melting in the mouth".
Winter, this is a beautiful season!
Walking on the bridge after the drizzle, I met beautiful scenery.
There is an orange in the distance on the horizon, reflecting several white clouds interwoven into a neon. The setting sun has set, and I am lazy to scatter light in the lake. I wonder if it has just rained, and the lake is greener. Seen from a distance, it looks like a bright green jade with several silver edges. Standing in the sunset, I saw two people walking slowly across the street.
Both of them are old, and years have left them with frosty and curved backs. Of course, there is one road only they remember. When I see a woman lightly carrying a man, a man leaning on a cane with one hand and a woman's waist with the other, I think their natural and ordinary walking posture is a "flowing" picture with the surrounding scenery as the background, which is called love.
They all smiled gently at me when we crossed the street directly. That smile is the most obvious tacit understanding between them. They walked through the storm calmly, smiled lightly at the clouds of life, separated from the surrounding scenery and became their own scenery. My heart was touched abruptly, because I learned what love is from this scene of the wind.
Support each other when it rains, snuggle up to each other, find a real way for each other in the dark, comfort and encourage each other on the way, and stay together after the rain. I don't know when, two people have gone far. Two people can walk together for a lifetime. The road is still wet, and their footprints are completely invisible. However, their backs kept enlarging in front of my eyes until my vision was full of their hands supporting each other.
I continued to walk off the bridge, silently cherishing the scenery that touched my heart.
hardship
The wind roared past, leaving a cloud of dust.
However, the rain gathers into ripples.
The dust settles, we make a decisive choice,