Composition "The Most Beautiful Scenery"

Next door lives a 6-year-old sister, Xiao Tong. She wears two pigtails and shuttles among children all day, just like a happy angel. One day, I wore my favorite pure white coat to visit her house-actually just to get some compliments. Unexpectedly, after seeing it, Xiao Tong solemnly said, "Sister, your clothes are so ugly! If only it were light green, I like light green best. " After listening, I was disappointed. Go home and look in the mirror, it is true: pure white is holy, but it is not worthy of me after all. Think of Xiao Tong's words, I can't help but smile-at the very least, this is much better than those duplicitous words.

Xiaotong's grandfather is a lover of painting and calligraphy, and splashing ink and painting has become his daily compulsory course. A question sprouted in my young mind: Why do these "ghost paintings" make him so addicted? Finally, one day, this big question mark found a home. The child's grandfather told me that creating the most flawless works requires a quiet mind, and it is this rare mind that he pursues. A peaceful mind can make his eyes clear. He said meaningfully that the same is true of life, and only when the mind is free from distractions can a happy ending be achieved.

Small neighborhood, condensed the beauty of life.

What children show me is pure beauty. In children's world, our mouths and hearts always speak in the same language. We don't need to wear a mask, because childlike innocence is the truest soul.

What inspired me by the old man was the beauty of silence. In this complicated world, we need to have a quiet mind, laugh at life, surpass ourselves and embody value.

Under the setting sun, children play with fragrant magnolia flowers, and grandpa enjoys painting with great pleasure, which has become a unique and beautiful scenic line in the world.

The beautiful scenery in my heart

For Chinese teachers, reading, writing and writing are beautiful scenery in their hearts;

For math teachers, calculation and writing are beautiful scenery in their hearts;

For music teachers, singing and dancing are beautiful scenery in their hearts;

For art teachers, painting is a beautiful scenery in their hearts;

For physical education teachers, running and jumping are beautiful scenery in their hearts;

For ourselves, playing is the most beautiful scenery in our hearts!

Beautiful scenery

On such an equally beautiful night, I looked up and forgot the sky outside the window, hoping to get some comfort and begging to bring some peace to my restless heart. But I suddenly found that this idea is really an extravagant hope for the sky above me. The sky in Beijing is always so unhappy and gloomy, which makes the depressed heart more depressed and the injured heart more melancholy. I really want to see that kind of clear blue, that kind of quiet, mysterious and intoxicated blue, that kind of blue that can make people calm, penetrate people's hearts and make people open-minded, but I understand that this is a delusion.

So I walked back to my desk in disappointment. I picked up the book and turned it over unconsciously. I didn't even read what was written in the book All I know is that I saw all the symbols on the page. I'm depressed! I took the book in my hand and read it over and over again, feeling extremely disgusted with my boring practice. Finally, I simply threw the book aside and prepared to make enough room for myself to vent. In fact, I don't want to vent, but I have suppressed my heartstrings for a long time and really need a rebound time. I'm afraid that "the tragedy of life" will happen to me again. Should we study or practice, read or accumulate experience? I am confused and wandering. Time slips away quietly in my hands, leaving no trace. I can only sigh and complain. But how can I waste my youth and good time like this? Sighing is a sign of cowardice. If you have the courage, shout loudly: Why? Would I be so ambivalent? Can my future be in my own hands? What should I do if I want to be a ship that can master my own course and sail towards my ideal goal, not just a ship that wanders at sea and is hit by the wind and waves? I am thinking, and I have a spirit of unconvinced.

I also saw the long-lost reader lying peacefully at the desk, as if she had been silently waiting for me to appreciate her still beautiful face and taste her rich connotation, wisdom and elegance. I wanted to turn a blind eye, but I was moved by her firm expression. I subconsciously picked her up and turned a page at will. I stopped at the eye-catching headline "This wonderful night with me". I exist every night, but I am not beautiful. I think, I don't know how beautiful the author is, but I'd better have a look first. I don't mind following the author's ideas, but I am deeply attracted by his wise thoughts step by step. "What I mean at the moment is to feel a little warmth and feel a little beauty. Although I may have more important things to do tomorrow and next year, it is secondary to this moment. If I always prepare for the future, how much joy and happiness will I miss? In fact, life is bit by bit. " So profound, it just guessed my mind and understood all my pain. Yes, what exactly do I mean now? Is it fidgety or helpless sigh, watching the passage of time or letting yourself lose your mind? "If I always prepare for the future, how much immediate happiness and happiness will I miss?" How much did I miss? Four years in college is the most beautiful and romantic period in life, and it is also the stage when we freeze our ideals and work hard for success, and it is also the stage that is the easiest to die. Its beauty is precisely because of its preciousness, its preciousness comes from its irreplaceability, and its irreplaceability comes from its irreplaceability. Four years of life is concentrated and wonderful, its richness is waiting for us to experience and appreciate, and many scenery needs us to appreciate, isn't it? Why do I always have to worry about my future? How many beautiful scenery will I miss? When you take the second step, isn't it because of your solid first step? Life is just around the corner. We are people who live in time and space. The past has been lost, the future has not been gained, and we can only grasp and own the present. Everything is in front of you.

Close the reader, I seem to understand everything. Looking at the books piled up on the desk, I am no longer upset. The sky outside the window is still gloomy, but at this time I think it is another kind of beauty.

I see. What should I do? Do you understand, my friend?

A beautiful scenic line

I am no stranger to the campus. In the past nine years of school life, I have experienced "ups and downs". After numerous successes and failures, I have refined a different me, and I have an invisible dependence on the campus. It is like a lush tree under the scorching sun. The fruit on the tree is more attractive, knowledgeable, laughing and caring, and a golden friendship grows on the top of the tree.

In addition to the towering teaching building and the inculcation of "truth, goodness and beauty", the most conspicuous thing on campus is the pair of friends who are joking and chatting. Maybe you haven't noticed, but it's a symbol of the campus. If the campus is a big family, then each class can be called "clan". I am one of them. I have one too.

Once I went to physical education class, I had to take a running test, but how difficult it was for me, a long-distance running idiot! ! My legs were weak before running. But when the whistle sounded, I reluctantly took the first step. Gradually, I slowed down, and it was really unbearable. I thought about giving up ten thousand times in my heart! But if I don't run sports, I can't pass, I can't pass ~ ... Just when I was in contradiction, I accidentally mixed my feet with "ah"! With my scream, I fell "dog eats shit"! Although my feet hurt, I was relieved at last. I don't have to run! ! Ye! But at this moment, I feel black at the moment ... My pain seems to be defeated by her nervous appearance and the sweat on her forehead. I really "don't hurt", but she went on to say, "Come on, you can do it, and you must not fail!" ! Persistence is victory! "Although it is so old-fashioned, in my heart, it is like a whip that inspires me. Seeing the smile on her face, my feet seemed to be wound up with endless power, so I went straight to the point! Here we are, four minutes and nine seconds! I made it! Thank you! She said, congratulations! Another warm smile. ...

Today, our friendship continues, maintaining the original innocence, and it will be the same in the future. We walked on campus hand in hand. Our shadows have been painted for a long time and gradually formed a line-the most beautiful scenery in this campus.