Beautiful scenery is written beside me.

The beautiful scenery is right beside me. I have been to the most beautiful Fan Jing.

Fan Jingshan is very tall and beautiful. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking around, I really feel the pleasure of "once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky" Give people joy, pride and beauty.

At the foot of the mountain, people see sunny days and the sun shining in the sky, but once they reach the top of Fanjing Mountain, it's another scene:

Cangshan is green and novel, monkeys laugh and birds sing;

Nine hundred stone steps climb the golden summit, and red clouds wear misty ziyun.

The road to Fan Jingshan, because Fan Jingshan is unique-like an umbrella and more like a mushroom, can only take a detour. It is like a huge python, winding around Fan Jingshan. Tourists walk on the road like pythons crawling on people.

Take the foot of Fan Jingshan as an example! Surrounded by lush forests, there is a quiet path in the middle of the forest. Not far from the path, there is a clear and bright river-Guwan River.

In Fan Jing, there are all kinds of birds, fish, shrimps, temples and so on.

The loveliest animals here are mainly monkeys and goats. It is said that monkeys love it because it is naughty, often fighting for things in the hands of tourists, and they are not willing to give it back if they are not angry. As for goats! They look very cute when fighting-tilt their heads to each other, curl their front feet, jump up hard, and then drag their heads down.

Look! Not far from the foot of Fan Jingshan, there are fields, cows, shepherds, small bridges, running water, people, and kitchen smoke flying in. ...

In short, I love Fan Jing, and I love its picturesque scenery. The beautiful scenery is right beside me. Cherish it, just like cherish a beautiful picture; To cherish is to cherish your own life.

The beautiful scenery is right beside me. It can be said that the failure of that exam hit me hard.

I want to avoid the teacher's criticism and classmates' ridicule and walk aimlessly outside the classroom. I don't know how long it took. I crossed the playground and came to the lilac garden in the corner of the campus.

At this time, the lilac garden is full of flowers and grass. As long as you breathe gently, you can smell the thick flowers. A breeze blew, and several lilacs fell leisurely from the air, like a doll's smiling face. Under the lilac tree, there are several round white flower beds, full of flowers and colorful. Red as fire, white as jade, pink as chardonnay ... because I have just been watered, a few crystal drops are scattered on the leaves. Under the sunlight, the original small water drops suddenly become dazzling, like a high queen, covering her people with her own light, so that they can enjoy this wonderful time. Lilac on the lilac tree, looking down at the small drops of water, reveals his favorite expression.

Seeing them at this time, I feel much better, and gradually I am no longer so heavy and sad.

On the lilac tree, many lilacs gather together, whispering, snickering and looking down at the lilac tree. It seems to be an ancient queen, wearing a beautiful and elegant headdress. I have to say, the beauty is intoxicating and suffocating.

Children reading under the tree! You may not know, maybe next second, a beautiful clove petal will fall gracefully on the title page of your book. ...

By the lilac tree, some children are kicking sandbags, some are playing hide-and-seek, and some are … children playing under the tree! You may not know, maybe the next moment, there will be a clove petal gently falling on your skirt. ...

Students studying in the classroom! You may not know, maybe the next second, the fragrance of lilacs will spread out and float to your side.

Seeing all this, my mood actually lit up, as if all those sad things were accompanied by flowers and floated away together. ...

Now I have graduated, but I will never forget the cordial campus and the fragrant and charming lilacs!

The beautiful scenery is right beside me. Winter goes and spring comes, and the earth recovers. Everything is full of vitality, like a lively child, full of vitality. It presents us with a scene full of spring and vitality.

After a winter's sleep, Miss Chun woke up. She stretched herself, put on her makeup and came to us. She brought us beautiful spring with light steps and magical little flower baskets.

Miss Chun came to the stadium. Looking from a distance, rows of erect rape flowers show her graceful dance, as if calling her: "Miss Chun, come and watch us dance!" " We danced beautifully! "Miss chun walked by with a smile. In a short time, the sunflowers just in full bloom came into her eyes. They gave a happy smile. Just like inviting us as guests. The smell is refreshing, and even Miss Chun is intoxicated. Several butterflies as white as snow also danced and guided Miss Chun like tour guides. ...

Walking into the field, Miss Chun saw the farmers' uncles ploughing the land that had been stiff for a winter and sowing the seeds of hope. Xiaocao slept for a severe winter and was awakened by Miss Chun. They stretched their stiff bodies to the extreme. The industrious little bee also came to her side and whispered to her. After a while, the little bee danced with her. Wild flower butterfly can't help it, but it can't help keeping up with the pace of this spring. They had a good time. Tired of jumping, bees and butterflies lie on the flowers and kiss the blooming flowers. They are very happy!

"Peach blossoms follow the running water all day. Where is the hole in Qingxi? " Miss Chun finally came to the stream. Green catkins are swaying in the wind, like a mother's hand touching you. Pink peach blossoms, some just show their flower bones, some are in full bloom, and some are falling gently from the branches, as if leaving their mother's arms and drifting to the ends of the earth. The rest went away with the clear water. ...

At this time, the spring rain came, and the small water droplets got into the embrace of the earth and moistened the earth.

Although the spring scenery in the south is beautiful, the scenery in the north is magnificent. In fact, we don't need to travel long distances to seek beautiful scenery, because beautiful scenery is around us!

The beautiful scenery is right beside me. The fallen leaves at the roots protect the prosperity of the next scene.

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Remember, a person sitting by the window, holding a cup of tea, foggy. It suddenly occurred to me that it is late autumn and the wind is very cold. Put down the teacup and go outside.

I have no purpose in my heart, just want to move forward with the wind. Somehow, there seems to be a force driving me into this maple forest. Thick leaves are piled on the ground, and the wind gently stirs them, as if to take away a few pieces, so cherish them. A slight rustling adds a bit of interest to the quiet maple forest. This golden piece looks like Wang Yang's piece. They probably store the sunshine all summer, so that autumn can comfort people with warm colors.

It's just that they don't have such a mind, silently, but without stint, showing their brilliance. This strange idea made me smile, bent down, picked up a fallen leaf and looked at it carefully. It contains the texture of life and smells the breath of remaining life. Vaguely, there is an unknown smell. As if nothing had happened, it was elegant. I put it in the book as a memory.

Go on, this is a cinder road, and the surface looks very dry, so I don't want to look at it again, just want to speed up my steps. In an instant, a touch of yellow squeezed into my eyes. I stopped to have a look. That's a chrysanthemum, a late chrysanthemum. I never thought that there would be a fragrant chrysanthemum in such a path. She bloomed quietly, and the blooming petals, like tentacles, extended from the center. I can't bear to go there for fear of waking her up. She didn't seem to notice how conspicuous she was. This is probably what people call "narcissism".

Looking back, I hope that the sunset behind me is scattering light in every corner of the world. With your pen, I can describe freehand brushwork in the volume and leave today in my mind. If you are remembering, may everything be the same.

The beautiful scenery is right beside me. What is beautiful scenery? It's the green coconut trees on the beach in Hawaii, the pink fireworks at the foot of Mount Fuji, the snowy Yamanoe in the Alps, or just the street view outside the window.

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I slammed the pen hard and squeezed the stack of homework in front of me. The sound of the electric drill next door is still monotonous: "Hum-"Alas! I sat in bed, and the nameless fire in my heart was still burning. What a bore! I stared at the ceiling, and the pale color was really dazzling!

I miss the National Day trip and see many beautiful scenery: golden beaches and blue waves in xiaomeisha, lush old trees on Huangyan Mountain, blue sky and white clouds in fairy mountain, tourists sketching, cameras flashing white light ... The scenery is so beautiful and intoxicating.

However, the beautiful scenery has left me and become a memory. I glanced out of the window, and the sunshine was so dim, as if it were an erratic flame, which would go out at any time. The horizon is a dark cloud, so depressing; There are black, green and green trees nearby. How ugly. The car horn screeched, and pedestrians seemed crazy.

"Hum-"the voice of the electric drill appeared again.

I don't know how long it took, but everything changed: the pale walls turned into warm colors, and the light gray floor shone with golden light. I paused and looked up, ah! The erratic flame of the sun is still burning.

The dark clouds on the horizon have dispersed, revealing light blue skin; Under the touch of light, the leaves beat green; The river is sparkling with green grass. On the street, a little sister in a pink skirt is skipping, a couple are holding hands and enjoying the scenery, and a mother is pushing a stroller for a leisurely walk; The car ran happily on the blue-black asphalt road, making a pleasant sound; I don't know when the sound of the electric drill stopped, and it was replaced by a pleasant bird song. Live! Everything is alive! How beautiful! I looked greedily at the scenery outside the window, and suddenly realized that beauty has always been by my side. It is not the magnificence of mountains, the quiet beauty of lakes, the vast beauty of grasslands, but a warm beauty.

Ah! It turns out that the beautiful scenery has always been by my side.