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Beauty lies in meeting unexpectedly.

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Beauty meets unexpectedly. Everything in life is like an endless flower in the field. As long as you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, beauty will meet unexpectedly.

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After the evening self-study, it will be dark. I left the busy school with a heavy schoolbag on my back and a sleepy day's study.

The dry wind in late autumn blew off a few yellow leaves at will, and the chill on my body increased a little. There is no scene of endless flow during the day, only a few cars pass by occasionally.

On the roadside, a street lamp with orange light stands alone, which seems warm and adds a little warmth to this chilly street in late autumn. However, in this light, I saw a scavenger trying to pick up a plastic bottle in the flower bed. I hurried to him, and several wrinkles in different shades on the scavenger's face exposed his old age. He dragged a pair of worn slippers and threw the last harvest of today into a dirty and full pocket. Very relaxed, with a smile on his face.

However, I didn't have time to take care of these things, hurried by, and then accelerated the pace of going home.

Suddenly, I heard a hoarse call from behind me: "Little girl, wait a minute-"I froze and turned around hesitantly. I saw the scavengers coming towards me: "Little girl, is it yours?" I blinked, trying to see better in the dim light. Ah, isn't that my wallet? I nodded at once. He waddled up to me with a sack and handed me my wallet. "It's a pity to pack up your things and lose them in the future!" Simple words have warmed my heart. I looked up and gave him a grateful look. At this time, the orange light gently projected down and shone on his friendly wrinkles caused by his smile. I pinched my wallet and stared at his muddy eyes. "Thank you ..." I blurted out, and he smiled and nodded, turned and waddled away. Under the light, his back was slowly elongated ... his nose was sour, and he suddenly felt that the simple back was really beautiful. ...

That night, it was no longer cold, because under that dim street lamp, there was a beautiful and unexpected little thing that warmed me and touched me. That simple back has been deeply imprinted in my heart, lingering. ...

Beauty suddenly woke up at dawn and saw a faint light floating on the surface of the curtain. When I open the curtains and let the moonlight flow into the room, I can't help thinking how beautiful the city is under the moonlight! There are no bright lights in the distance, but the stars in the sky are flashing all the way to the depths.

On weekdays, I used to see the blunt lights, so that I lost my expectation for nature. But now, there are stars with natural light in the black sky. The moon turned and smiled at me. The whole city is shrouded in lavender tranquility, which is lovely and moving. I stood outside the window and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. I didn't want to leave for a long time.

Think of that distant ancient night, it must be the bright moon in the sky and the stars shining. Only there can you see the beautiful scenery of "the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide" and the wonders of "falling stars like rain". Thousands of years later, the light bulb wants to dominate the whole darkness. But no matter how you sketch it, everything will be tilted by nature. Brilliant stars and moons, day after day at dusk, will interpret the eternal myth of stars and moons in the sky.

The lost cannot be reproduced, and the most natural beauty can only be met by chance. But the previous month is like jade, and it can be beautiful forever without careful carving. Looking out of the window, I want this unexpected beauty to never change. But before long, the lights will light up again, and this faint nature can only disappear in the torrent of time with charm. I can only seal it in the picture of memory forever to understand the true meaning of nature.

Thanks to this unexpected encounter, I saw the truest beauty, and I was lucky enough to inadvertently enjoy the pure night scene that only the ancients could see. Like a purest piece of paper, it exudes a faint fragrance without a trace of stains. Look again, there are stars in my eyes.

The stars dimmed and disappeared, and the lights appeared again. I was so bored that I closed my eyes. Perhaps this unexpected beauty is just a coincidence, but the white paper of nature must be pure and beautiful. If I really leave, let me keep this unexpected beauty in my heart forever. ...

Beauty meets unexpectedly. At dawn, Chaoyang poked its head slightly like a shy child, and the red on its body immediately dyed the sky red. Here, I can lean against the pond, feel the breeze, the green waves surging, and listen to the birds singing and frogs croaking. It turns out that beauty comes unexpectedly.

Waves of bass and high-pitched reading sounds, which sounded like a morning song, woke me up in my sleep. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and suddenly saw a thin figure under the faint street lamp. I saw him pacing back and forth under the lamp with a book in his hand, pointing his fingers between the lines from time to time. A cool breeze blew, he suddenly shrugged his shoulders, wrapped his clothes involuntarily, picked up the book and continued reading. As time goes by, your eyes never leave the book for a moment. It's dawn, too. At this time, you just have to close the book and walk away confidently. Watching you leave, I believe you will be able to go straight to Yun Fan and sail to the other side of success in your future study. Beauty meets unexpectedly, meets your efforts and meets your diligence!

A burst of laughter, sometimes crisp and sometimes cheerful, attracted my attention. I saw a group of young people wearing red T-shirts coming from a distance, and several eye-catching "volunteers" were written on you. Soon, you will set two tables side by side at my feet. At the same time, I tied a bright banner to my body, "Give a piece of love to Hope Primary School". In a short time, passers-by were attracted, and you enthusiastically explained to people "Building a library of your own for Hope Primary School", which was the theme of this activity. You see, a skipping little girl is coming to you, holding her mother in one hand and holding some fairy tale books in the other; You see, there are also enthusiastic people who brought two bundles of books just bought from the bookstore, saying that they are small gifts for children in mountainous areas. Beauty meets you unexpectedly, meets your enthusiasm and meets your love!

Beauty is unexpected, whether it is a diligent figure or a sincere and kind heart, it is deeply imprinted in my mind. Perhaps, our meeting was accidental, and it was so beautiful. Life, like a wonderful big stage, is staged with beautiful encounters every day!

Beauty lies in meeting unexpectedly. It was in early summer. To be honest, I hate summer. Physical examination is in summer, make-up classes are in summer, and final exams are in summer. In addition, I failed in these English exams one after another, and my spirit almost collapsed. From school to home, the pop music in the shop makes me upset, and the crying of the children makes me sick. In this way, I went home upset.

As soon as I entered the door, the kitten approached me and cried ingratiatingly. I kicked it open and slammed the door. I sat at my desk, chin cupped in my hands, staring out the window at the willow tree that was unhappy because of a lot of water loss. I feel that it is no longer swaying and dancing, but like a broken umbrella with broken bones and scattered frames. The crisp birdsong of the past no longer exists, and I only hear the loud noise of the electric fan in my ear, which makes my consciousness dizzy and confused.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my irritability, so I pushed open the long-closed book door and stroked the books on the shelf one by one. They seem to be my friends, which makes me feel a little comforted. When I turned around, I accidentally knocked over a book and bent down to pick it up. It turned out to be Tian Wei's "Flower Field and Half an acre", with dreamy purple and beautiful gentian flowers on the cover. So, I sat in a chair and stretched my legs. The afternoon sun shone on the pages through the glass. Saw this sentence: "live with gratitude." We come from accident, and life is the most precious gift. Love the person you love, treat everything gently, and don't hate sadness because of misfortune. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile, because there is love and we should not be afraid. " Savoring it carefully, this sentence made me realize that there are many precious things in life. I think this sentence may be the so-called beauty in our life. It brought me the motivation to move forward and taught me to face misfortune with a smile, bravely challenge and not give up easily.

I gently closed the book, walked out of the study and looked out of the window. The sky is blue and the clouds are strange. This scene was painted by the window, which is extremely clear. I turned around, went back to my desk and opened my exercise book.

In the study and books, that unexpected encounter touched my heart and inspired me. In fact, unexpected beauty can be met but not sought, and these beauties often bring us enough warmth and preciousness.

Beauty meets by chance. Occasionally reading your words made me realize that there are such women in this world.

At that time, my meeting with your words gave me so many reverie. I want to row a boat with you, warm a pot of sake and recall the past in the depths of the lotus. I want to write a letter with you, put a flying pigeon on the blue boat and speak my mind. I want to encourage you, shed blood and tears, and write a book of lofty sentiments by the river. ...

Time and time again, I want to know what kind of woman you are. Is it that girls in the south like to express their delicate hearts with "I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I take it to heart", or will girls in the north say such rhetoric as "I miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong"? It seems that sometimes, you will lazily open the curtains and tell the maid, "You know, you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin!" " It seems that sometimes, you will always "look around and you will be miserable."

Your beauty is always like a mystery. A mystery with no answer.

But when you think about it, it is.

Who doesn't want to walk into the depths of the lotus by chanting "Fight for the crossing, raise a pool of gulls and herons"? Who doesn't want to "walk with shame, lean against the door and look, only smell childhood"? And the family chores, the rise and fall of the country, abruptly forced you out of the "life is a hero, death is a ghost essence", and turned you from a weak woman who lamented "flowers from Shui Piao to water" into an old woman who wrote "yellow flowers are piled everywhere, but they are broken. Who can pick them now?"

Now I think about what you said. Although it is still beautiful, it is like broken glass scattered all over the floor, and every word stings my heart.

What kind of woman are you? It's so beautiful. I was deeply attracted by your handwriting the first time I saw it.

Perhaps, you are a lotus, an invincible lotus, a unique lotus in the history of China literature!

How grateful I am for that unexpected meeting, which made me know such a beautiful you, Yi An.

Beauty meets unexpectedly. Today's day has deliberately become a matter of course. Every day's surprise only stays in the arranged busyness, and lives carefully in the tense time. People who come and go in a hurry forget things, and inadvertently miss how many fireworks-like moments disappear, or the time is lower than the eaves, or the breeze blows over the pages that are turned at will, or the plants that break through the ground. Even this time, after school, I met two boys carrying trash cans in the school classroom. The empty trash can swung back and forth gently, hitting the ground and making a "bang" sound. I can't help asking myself: "Are they intentional?"

At nine o'clock in the evening, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

In a cool alley, an ordinary grain and oil store is being renovated. This grain and oil store is a small facade with dim lights. There is a red kettle on the small coffee table in the room, and there are dots of tea in the transparent cup. On one side of the table, a woman bent her head and drooped her eyelids, concentrating on sewing. She is estimated to be forty or fifty years old. Her hair is tied into a bun at will, and she looks quiet and Shu Lang. That man over there often coughs twice, drinks some tea to moisten his throat and looks down at an old magazine in his hand. Yellowing pages set off his rough hands, just like old photos in grandparents' photo albums. At this time, he was reading to her loudly and with relish. Reading and reading, he and she suddenly seem to find it interesting somewhere in the book. They looked up at the same time, her eyes left the needle and thread in their hands, his eyes left the magazine, and you and I looked at each other. I see you smiling at each other, knowing well, lowering your heads, doing your work and studying.

I feel a warm light hanging over their heads and the beauty of unexpected arrival. At this time, even in the eyes of adults, I still have tears in my eyes. Originally, the cart had to go through the grain and oil store, so I didn't want to break the sweet air and went back the same way.

The unexpected beauty that I thought only my own mood would produce was also infected by this simple reality. I will look forward to life with enthusiasm and continue to wait for the sudden warmth and beauty in this seemingly noisy world.

Beauty meets unexpectedly. Life is a long journey, and everyone is an explorer carrying a bag. Everyone will have beautiful scenery that can't be missed during the journey. When you put the scenery you have seen along the way in your mind, the smell emitted after re-heating and fermenting in your memory can't be captured again and again. Only by filtering back and forth in the bottom of my heart will it last forever after precipitation. Even if I leave, I won't have too many regrets.

What a traveler cares about is not where to start, but the beautiful scenery that can't be missed along the way.

Me too.

I will write down the sunset that belongs to one side of Shan Ye, write down my light steps on the waves, write down the gorgeous red dyed on the fallen flowers all the way, write down the unpredictable formation of the geese returning to the south, write down the cheerful chirping of birds in the green trees, write down the lonely imprint on the desert yellow sand, write down the mysterious gestures of ancient Sanskrit, and write down the gentle gibberish at night. ...

These may be trivial scenes, but at first sight, they gave me unspeakable emotions and touched the softest part of my heart. For me, this unexpected beauty is much more meaningful than any scenic spot.

In the busy life, each of us keeps stopping, starting and running towards the goal in our hearts, so that we can't feel our hearts. When traveling, we can talk to ourselves and feel our hearts. There are always some beautiful and gentle memories that call me gently. I am not alone in my trip.

Meet unexpectedly, what a mysterious word, you never know what will happen in the next second, and you never know what the experience of "meeting unexpectedly" is in the next second. 14 years old, neither too big nor too small; 14 years, neither long nor short; 14 spring and autumn, neither fast nor slow. In this long course, I, at the age of 14, came across beauty with joy, sadness or worry, but the same thing is that everyone has different feelings.

I am a young traveler, and my journey is still going on. I can't stay too long because of the hurried pace, and I know that life just meets beauty again and again.

Beauty meets unexpectedly. The beauty of life often lies in an unexpected experience, an unexpected trip, which makes me find that nature is so beautiful. It is not only a visual feast, but also a beautiful spiritual journey, which I still remember.

At noon that day, I went to my mother's office by bike. It was midsummer, and I bid farewell to the cicada in the community and came to expressway. Under the sun, the asphalt road is almost cooked, and the wind is blowing with hot air, which makes me sweat. The road at noon is very quiet, and there is no car passing by after a long walk. Just when I fell into this silence, a bird sang in the sky and a stork flew west from the air.

I looked at the path of the stork and suddenly found that it fell into the wetland not far away. "There are wetlands here!" I'm not surprised. I stepped up my pedaling, came to the edge of the wetland, got off and walked in. The sight immediately attracted all my attention. This is a green and transparent lake with abundant aquatic plants. Many people in Sha Ou are taking a leisurely walk by the lake. On the lake, several swans are slowly combing their feathers. There is a sandbar in the middle of the lake, and several mainland storks are taking a nap. Several geese circled in the air, singing magnificent songs. Several white cranes flew from a distance, and they danced in various ways by the lake. I ran excitedly, and the seagulls and herons taking a leisurely stroll suddenly took off. This is really "a beach of seagulls and herons"!

I enjoyed the rare scenery to my heart's content, forgetting the time and the heat. When I suddenly realized from the joy in front of me that I hadn't arrived at my mother's office, "The sunset is on the mountain, and people are scattered", and the afterglow of the sunset dyed the sky red, so I had to leave. I can't bear to part with this wetland. The birds look at me and seem to say goodbye.

That accidental meeting was my close contact with nature. Thanks to this unexpected experience, its beauty brought me inner coolness, which made me forget the heat of summer at once. Nature, like a magic hand, can create such a quiet and wonderful environment, and its beauty will be unforgettable for a long time.

Last winter vacation, my family and I planned to go to Hainan for a different Spring Festival.

Halfway through the flight, the airport suddenly announced that the weather in Haikou was extremely bad, and it was necessary to stay in Macau for nearly 12 hours, and then transfer to Haikou.

I was too shocked to speak. What? Macau? Am I going to run into Macao? Be in a panic ...

When my parents and grandparents came out of Macao airport with their luggage, a warm and humid wind blew away all my fears about Macao. There are not many temples dedicated to Mazu, but enthusiastic people, elegant blue sky and all kinds of things that can't be seen in the capital Beijing.

I especially admire the people there. Around our temporary rented Home Inn, people are particularly enthusiastic about us strangers. In the suburbs not far from home, how many girls, men and women happily invited us into their houses in the open door? I am a little ashamed to imagine: if we are there, in Beijing, even if we walk in the countryside, how many shiny security doors will shut us out! Even busy white-collar workers in the city can evaluate their own life as a Macao feature! They took advantage of the lunch break of the coffee bucket on the corner, sipping coffee like elegant foreign gentlemen and reading the newspaper they should have read in the morning. These people, I met unexpectedly!

The hotel is only one step away from a nearby hill, so it took my father and I less than half an hour to climb to the top of the mountain in order to better appreciate the beautiful scenery of Macao. At this time, I seem to have reached the top of the world. Blue-green, glowing sea water, fish ponds embedded with green grass on the right, panoramic view of the blue sky, quite a kind of ignorance between mountains and rivers, and all these mountains and rivers, I met unexpectedly!

At that time, when the light carriage came to rush us, I was very nostalgic for this Macao. And it suddenly occurred to me that this is the Macao I met unexpectedly.

Beauty meets unexpectedly. 10 beauty meets unexpectedly. As a philosopher said, "when you are marching on the road of struggle, don't forget the scenery on the roadside." Maybe that's the look back that determines your travel prospects. "

In Yuncheng, a third-tier city, the bus is the most "effective" means of transportation, and because I have to go back to Xiezhou every week, taking the bus has become a commonplace.

I remember one day, I took a bus from the starting station to Xiezhou. On the way, an old woman waved to get on the bus. But the driver is very reluctant, because the old man has a "little red book" and can take the bus without paying, so he doesn't plan to stop. However, after the angry language "attack", the bus driver had to stop and let the grandmother get on the bus.

I watched her carefully. She was white-haired, with an old face and shabby clothes, and looked miserable. After getting on the bus, she looked around. The light seats are all filled. The conductor shouted, "Who will give grandma her seat!" "Just now, a group of people clamored for grandma to get on the bus and faded, and no one spoke. They all sat there like squibs.

The silence around me made me see the loopholes in today's society. When I blame others, it makes sense, but when it comes to myself, I will give in.

I stood up and said, "sit down, grandma!" " "I used to help grandma sit in my seat. Grandma said to me: "Good people are rewarded, thank you! " "

At this time, I met beauty by chance.

In this life, many people only yearn for happiness. In the "two points and one line" life, they dare not touch the bubble of happiness and repeat the meaning of the word monotony. They are stranded on the beach during the voyage of life. They always see happiness beckoning, but they are afraid of the whirlpool on the road of happiness, so they are not without happiness, but refuse to pursue it.

Please let your heart talk to nature, and you will meet beautiful scenery from time to time; Please let your heart meet life, and you will always meet a splendid life; Please integrate your soul with creatures, and you will meet beautiful creatures from time to time.