Landscape composition

Time goes by and space changes, but you let time freeze and space stop. Because your still waves and flowing water are unique and extraordinary, because you are the only one in the world, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart. -inscription

You smile at his back and sleep peacefully. His gentle shoulders bear love, responsibility and spirit. He is smiling because he travels with the spirit of life. And you are "happy", even if you lose three family members, you "welcome" more family members, and you are no longer lonely. Afraid. Because your child is under you, and you dream on his back, there is no more death but a kind of happiness and joy.

He brought the distance between people closer with a great love, a great responsibility and a national spirit that no one dared to touch. There is no difference in names at any time. The difference between high and low. There is only one connection, one kind of love. A kind of "affection" and "affection", a great transmission of love, because we are a family-descendants of the dragon!

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The most beautiful scenery

There is no lack of beauty in the world, but the lack of eyes to find beauty. -Inscription

Some people may say that the most beautiful scenery is on a deserted cliff; Some people may say that the most beautiful scenery is in the bustling flower city; But I said, the most beautiful scenery is in the most familiar place-home, a place you can't be familiar with. However, the most beautiful scenery is also created from this.

The most beautiful scenery is to go home and see the busy figure behind my mother's front house. After a day's work, my mother struggled happily in the kitchen behind her favorite family, regardless of fatigue and happiness, so that her best child could have delicious meals when she got home. For the bright smiles of the children when they come home. Isn't this beautiful?

The most beautiful scenery is to come home and see my father's clumsy figure boiling water and pouring tea. Dad, who has been busy all day, dragged his tired body through every process of making tea, just to let his most lovely daughter drink refreshing tea. Although it is quite tedious, he never slackens, so that children can smell fragrant tea when they go home. Isn't this beautiful?

The most beautiful scenery is to return to your long-lost home. Your study and study are spotless and intact. Although it is rare for children to go back once a year, parents still regard this small world belonging to their children as their children at home and enjoy cleaning it every day. Maybe they often store them in the house and happily recall the naughty figure of their children at home. Isn't this beautiful?

The most beautiful scenery is that parents are sitting by the phone, waiting for the voice of their children thousands of miles away. They used to make an appointment to call once a week, for nothing but to say "good night" and "Mom and Dad, I love you" sincerely. Although it was only a happy moment, the world seemed to freeze our dreamlike happiness at that moment. How I wish that day would stop forever. Isn't this beautiful?

The most beautiful scenery is also the warmest and simplest scene. A family of three sat together and ate a simple family reunion dinner cooked by their mother. There are no delicacies, and there is no need to pile up vegetables. They eat slowly but surely. This is the feeling of home, the warmth of home and the familiarity of home. Isn't this beautiful?

At this point, who will say that there is no beautiful scenery in a familiar place? Beautiful scenery needs beautiful eyes and beautiful heart to see and experience, and only with a beautiful heart can there be beautiful scenery! Friends, blend in with your familiar places and beautiful scenery, and discover the beauty of your turning away with your wise eyes. What a wonderful world!

It was a snowy day and the snow had just stopped. After class, I waited in the snow for the bus to go home, but the bus didn't come.

After a while, I saw a man in old clothes, still covered with thin snow. He knelt on the ground, with an eraser tied to his knees, carrying a cardboard box, and struggling to kneel with his legs in tandem. What's more strange is that his hands are always five fingers big, so he can't bend or stretch. He is carrying a bag on his shoulder, his head is tilted, his mouth is neither too big nor too small, his face always seems the same, and his eyes are glassy. Needless to say, I understand that he is a disabled person and not very old. What can he do like this? I didn't see the coins in the paper box until he approached and took out a knee print. He walked on and stopped at the stop sign. I realize that this is a beggar waiting for the bus, but how can he get on the bus?

On snowy days, 18 even disappeared. We waited a long time. The bus came, opened the door and everyone rushed up. However, at this moment, the driver stood up and scared people away. Then, something I have never seen before happened. I saw the driver walk up to him, put his arms around him, jumped up at once and actually carried him to the car. I watched the process carefully and heard someone say, "This driver does this every time." The driver didn't return to the driver's seat until he was told to sit down. We got on the bus one by one. When I saw the disabled man sitting there and seeing his usual appearance, I felt a little sympathy. I sat behind him and looked at his back, only to know that he was not only physically disabled, but also mentally defective, but the kindness of the driver impressed me deeply. Later, whenever I took the 18 bus, this picture would come to my mind. Isn't this a beautiful scenery? Isn't this kind of care and help for the disabled the most beautiful?

I think if we can care for the disabled like drivers, warm their hearts and integrate them into us healthy people, maybe they won't feel disabled. By then, the society will be more harmonious, and there will be great love in the world, which will be the most beautiful scenery. Then let's pay attention to the disabled people around us and create the most beautiful scenery.

Rule 1: You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Didi's true feelings are all over the world, and they are endless. The light of a candle is always bright when it burns out; When the sun is covered by dark clouds, its warmth is always precious. A person's life, like a candle and light, can only bloom her amazing nobility if she hangs between life and death.

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Silence is noble.

Like a piece of hetian jade, the moist cheeks reflect delicate and graceful light, which makes people feel like they are at the top of a mountain and looking at a beautiful lake. Exhausted pen and ink, just because of its plain appearance.

"Juaner", with this name, is like a duck to water, which naturally matches its appearance.

It is said that the night before dawn was dark, and before the spring rain came, it was a bleak scene of winter. She is quiet, but in silence, her every action shows her nobility. Or just like this, there will be a brilliant moment.

Give your life to show your heroism.

Cars come and go. In the bustling downtown area, it is difficult to find an act full of life interest like Tao Yuanming drinking at the foot of Nanshan. On the contrary, it is full of carnival noise and vendors' tireless boasting.

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A quick and harsh brake sound attracted all the "enthusiastic audience" present, and of course I was no exception. Look inside: Behind a truck with a strange track, a girl is comforting a crying child.

Curious, I wish I could go back in time and witness it again. Urgently question the witnesses present.

It turned out that the girl saved the child who was almost hit by a big car. Squeezing through the crowd, I found that the girl who saved people turned out to be her!

An involuntary surge of thoughts in my heart. ...

True love warms the world.

Previously, she had a noble and elegant figure but never made public, but she made a decisive act of righteousness between life and death. The light instantly broke through the ordinary meat shell, so dazzling and so warm. In my heart, she has become the most certain beautiful scenery in my heart.

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In today's society, heroic deeds happen all the time.

Zhang Lili Niu Zuotao ... is inheriting the great spirit of the Chinese nation. Each of them is fearless, struggling forward, and still firmly choosing to give in the face of death. They create light with their own lives, they shed true feelings and great love with their blood, and interpret the highest value of life with their souls.

Every life, every light, is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

I hope everyone can bravely show the brilliance of his life and prove the value of his existence at the moment when life can show its value most.

I want to use this article to praise every selfless hero.

Chapter two: the scenery around me

Passers-by and wandering birds used to be several landscapes in my eyes, but they never let me stop and stare quietly. Only the Chinese rose, which is always neglected, is the most beautiful scenery in my life.

When I was a child, I passed by the sanitation truck and covered my nose and mouth for fear of odor. I suddenly felt a little itchy in my throat and couldn't help coughing twice. After coughing, I want to cover my nose and mouth and get out of here as soon as possible, but I smell a little fragrance. Where did this smell come from? I started looking for the fragrance, only to find that it came from near the sanitation truck. I took a closer look and caught a glimpse of a bunch of flowers behind the car. At this time, I stopped smelling and walked straight into them.

What a bunch of flowers this is, growing beside the garbage truck, but constantly emitting a refreshing fragrance. The color is mostly red or pink, which is neither bright with blood red nor tacky with red firecrackers in festivals. Their petals are neither openly open nor implicitly wrapped together, and the degree of blooming is neither too much nor too little. This is really a beautiful scenery!

I stretched out my hand to pick one back, but I touched the small thorn on the stem. It turns out that they are so protective, and they are not delicate at all. At that time, because I was young and had little common sense, I vaguely thought that the thorn on the stem was a rose, so I naively thought that the scenery I had loved for so many years was a rose.

Later, when I went to the flower market and flower shop, I always asked the clerk if I could look at the roses. The clerk always promised, so I smelled the fragrance of roses again. I just feel that the taste is weak, weak, and the flowers look a little different. Some enchanting, some subtle, but I didn't care too much until one day-

It was a night, and the night was as cold as water. I was playing with my friends downstairs and saw the "rose" I loved. I went over to smell it and said, "Well, you know what? This is my favorite rose. It smells good. " My friend's eyes were full of surprise: "But this is a Chinese rose!" "I was shocked. I suddenly remembered the roses in the flower shop before and understood why those words were different from the roses in my memory. Roses are so enchanting and dazzling, how can they be Chinese roses?

Rose, it is ordinary, it is not beautiful enough, not dazzling enough, but it is not vulgar, not delicate, just silently emitting fragrance. It is the most beautiful scenery around me, and it is also the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

I like the scenery. I think what I can do is to inherit the characteristics that fascinate me with this scenery and live a good life!

Chapter three: the scenery in my heart

Everyone has a roll of the most beautiful scenery in his heart.

It is so unforgettable, as if it were mixed with blood and breath. With your heartbeat, it gives your soul a powerful shock every time.

This kind of scenery exists in our hearts, but it seems that our life is also in the scenery. Thus, this landscape has become the background of our life.

We cried, laughed, hesitated and stood firmly in the landscape. Sometimes we are lost in the scenery, and sometimes we are eager to break the shackles of being lost. All this seems to be a trip without boundaries.

Van Gogh has a bunch of sunflowers in his heart. They are proud and gorgeous, as if they can turn into a fire at any time and burn everything. At the same time, have you noticed the curled leaves moaning and crying in loneliness and despair? The whole portrait was suppressed by some force and became distorted. This is Fan. Gao Xin's most beautiful scenery is also his life background. He burned himself desperately, trying to light up his world with fire. He struggled, groaned and cried in despair. Finally, self-destruction under the distortion of various pressures. With a gunshot, a generation of artistic geniuses fell. This may be his last masterpiece. He died in the bright flowers.

Haizi has a sea in his heart. He is so clear, gentle and even too beautiful to be true. Warm spring breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of grass and flowers. Spring sunshine is like a gentle girl's arms, soft and comfortable. Haizi was deeply intoxicated. But he forgot that spring flowers only bloom for one season; Although the sunshine in spring is soft, it will be strong in summer. At this time, the sea is as calm as a sleeping baby, and the next moment may be rough and windy. Haizi lives in a dream. The more beautiful he is, the more likely he is to be bad. When he can't find this perfect state in reality, he can only lie on the rails and let the roaring train take him to the paradise of "facing the sea and blooming in spring".

In the heart of Haruki on the tree, there is a book of jazz heroes. This is his inner music, lively and lively. He explored the meaning of life and death in jazz, searched for the boundary between love and hate, and built a jazz paradise only for him. So he danced along! Dance! Dance! The rhythm, through the Norwegian forest, an adventure of looking for sheep, into the Tokyo story collection, and then go to the seaside to find Kafka's trace.

It's hard to say whether living in the scenery is lucky or unlucky. But everyone has such a view in their hearts. It is an illusion that does not exist, but it surrounds us all the time and impacts our hearts.

Treasure a roll of scenery in your heart and draw a background for your life.

Chapter 4: That is the most beautiful scenery.

How many times, I feel sorry for the lonely moon; How many times, when I went to Qiu Lai in spring, I felt a burst of joy and helplessness. "You watch the scenery on the bridge, and the people who watch the scenery look at you on the bridge." Suddenly I remembered, but I remembered the person under the moon and the girl running among the flowers. Isn't this a landscape? It will also be wonderful to paint it into a thoughtful and thoughtful painting. ...

Unwilling to care about trivial things in life, but always crazy about them; I don't want to care about the small details of life, but I am shocked: the father sent his son to school. Before entering the school gate, my son subconsciously turned to look at his father, who just waved. But at the corner, the father turned his eyes to his son who had already entered school, and his face showed a happy and sweet smile. As a father, you should be serious and strict. But at this moment, this childish smile is presented to a man in his thirties. Isn't this a beautiful scenery?

Photographers are always good at capturing wonderful moments, which may be frozen or put into memory boxes. The most beautiful scenery will not become unique because of a word "most". Our world is unique, but our feelings are rich and colorful, which constitutes our ups and downs. ...

The two old people went out for a walk after supper. This is a weather-beaten couple. Years of training have made them understand each other's importance. They supported each other and went through a spring, summer, autumn and winter. Compared with the vigor and vitality of young people, they seem a little dull. But this kind of life is also beautiful. At least, they can keep going like this, even if there are not many days, even if they come to the end of their lives. They are friends and dependent relatives, and they have become beautiful scenery lines in each other's hearts. ...

The students in the classroom are studying by themselves, and Lang Lang's reading voice spread all over the campus. That kind of pure and slightly immature tone, together with the campus, has formed a beautiful scenery. Come to campus with this dream, willing to lay the foundation for life and the future. Let's just say it's beautiful, beautiful.

Maybe you will flinch from the magic of nature and linger on, but you can only succeed if you believe that you can become the most beautiful scenery. While cheering for others, don't forget to cheer for yourself, write your own life chapters and blueprints for your future, and make yourself the most beautiful scenery. Beauty lies in life!

Chapter five: the scenery in my heart

Everyone has a roll of the most beautiful scenery in his heart.

It is so unforgettable, as if it were mixed with blood and breath. With your heartbeat, it gives your soul a powerful shock every time.

This kind of scenery exists in our hearts, but it seems that our life is also in the scenery. Thus, this landscape has become the background of our life.

We cried, laughed, hesitated and stood firmly in the landscape. Sometimes we are lost in the scenery, and sometimes we are eager to break the shackles of being lost. All this seems to be a trip without boundaries.

Van Gogh has a bunch of sunflowers in his heart. They are proud and gorgeous, as if they can turn into a fire at any time and burn everything. At the same time, have you noticed the curled leaves moaning and crying in loneliness and despair? The whole portrait was suppressed by some force and became distorted. This is Fan. Gao Xin's most beautiful scenery is also his life background. He burned himself desperately, trying to light up his world with fire. He struggled, groaned and cried in despair. Finally, self-destruction under the distortion of various pressures. With a gunshot, a generation of artistic geniuses fell. This may be his last masterpiece. He died in the bright flowers.

Haizi has a sea in his heart. He is so clear, gentle and even too beautiful to be true. Warm spring breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of grass and flowers. Spring sunshine is like a gentle girl's arms, soft and comfortable. Haizi was deeply intoxicated. But he forgot that spring flowers only bloom for one season; Although the sunshine in spring is soft, it will be strong in summer. At this time, the sea is as calm as a sleeping baby, and the next moment may be rough and windy. Haizi lives in a dream. The more beautiful he is, the more likely he is to be bad. When he can't find this perfect state in reality, he can only lie on the rails and let the roaring train take him to the paradise of "facing the sea and blooming in spring".

In the heart of Haruki on the tree, there is a book of jazz heroes. This is his inner music, lively and lively. He explored the meaning of life and death in jazz, searched for the boundary between love and hate, and built a jazz paradise only for him. So he danced along! Dance! Dance! The rhythm, through the Norwegian forest, an adventure of looking for sheep, into the Tokyo story collection, and then go to the seaside to find Kafka's trace.

It's hard to say whether living in the scenery is lucky or unlucky. But everyone has such a view in their hearts. It is an illusion that does not exist, but it surrounds us all the time and impacts our hearts.

Treasure a roll of scenery in your heart and draw a background for your life.

Chapter 6: The most beautiful scenery in my heart.

In my heart, there has always been a beautiful scenery. This is not an interesting place, nor is it a charming park. It was just a beautiful grandmother, but her simple clothes, amiable words and simple actions left a long impression on me. ...

It was a late autumn with a cold wind howling. My mother is cooking braised pork ribs in the kitchen. This greedy cat is my favorite. The fragrance has drifted into my room. I sniffed hard with my nose, then closed my eyes and enjoyed it slowly. Just then, a loud cry interrupted my enjoyment: "Qian Qian, there are no onions in the refrigerator. To buy some, just exercise! " Reluctantly, I put down my pen and replied feebly, "Oh! "I hurriedly took 50 yuan from the piggy bank and went straight to the door, like a lively deer." Ah! Why is it so cold? "I glanced at the sky. It turned out that Mrs. Feng was singing rock music happily. The cold wind blew on my face like the tip of a knife, so I had to shrink my head back.

Few people came to the vegetable market. I'm afraid I'm scared by the cold wind! I looked around for the onion seller. Ha! God help me too! There is an old woman selling onions by the roadside. I rushed over, bought 5 yuan of onions, and left in a hurry (I'm afraid of the cold, I want to go home soon, and I haven't finished my homework yet! ) I finally got home, but I have become the king with a red nose. I panted and handed the onion to my mother, and I was ready to do my homework. At this time, my mother casually asked, "What about the change?" I was suddenly one leng, hurriedly to touch in his pocket. "ah!" I patted the back of my head and my face changed. I shouted, "I must have left it there when I was selling onions!" " "I started running.

This is, the wind is blowing harder, and I cover my ears and go straight to the food market. Everyone in the food market has almost left. It's very quiet. I looked around: there seemed to be a man dangling. That man seems to have seen me, too. Go straight here. Take a closer look and find an old woman selling onions. She laughed and said to me, "Little girl, you just ran so fast that you didn't even find the money!" " She handed me 45 yuan with a pair of frozen red hands. Then he said, "I'm relieved. You should go home quickly. It's too cold. Do not move. I'm leaving. " I saw that her onions had been put away, and she was obviously waiting for me!

Looking at her disappearing back, my heart was knocked hard-I was very touched and thought: Ah! People need this help, trust and care! There are few things that can be done, but this ordinary grandmother has done it, and she has done it. ...

Chapter 7: The most beautiful scenery

That kind of scenery is easy to see in the countryside. At this time, it appeared in the field, golden and brilliant. Vaguely see a few working people, hunched slightly, revealing the shadow of disharmony, but added a little joy. A faint fragrance permeates the air, flows through the sea of flowers, and reaches people's hearts. Small golden petals gathered together, dotted with green leaves, inconspicuous, but unexpectedly formed a warm ocean. They float in the wind, wave after wave, making a rustling sound.

The little red-tiled house leans to the left, and a man at the door anxiously looks around until I appear in her sight and wave to me. The figures of two grandparents and grandchildren are hidden in this sea of flowers and disappear, leaving two pairs of footprints, one deep and one shallow, extending to the front of the red tile house. From then on, laughter and this tranquility are intertwined, and sometimes it seems to hear flowers laughing with people.

She took my hand and walked slowly on the soft soil, gently brushing the petals with her fingers and stroking them gently. There was a warmth in my palm, and I looked at her hand carefully. After years of hard work, I carved marks on it, worn calluses, and my rough skin lost its luster. What good hands! The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the earth, plating a layer of golden brilliance. Dragging a long shadow behind him, no one spoke, just walked silently, walking. ...

Mom said that when the flowers fall, I will go back and can't be with her. So, I carefully watered and fertilized them, hoping that they could prolong the flowering period. After dozens of days, they are still growing vigorously, and there is no sign of recession. I am secretly happy. But she said to me, "silly child, flowers will fall." I don't believe it. Until one morning, when I opened the window, the originally dense flower sea became sparse, and I was a little flustered.

It's raining and the ground is full of flowers. I cried and wanted them to plant flowers, but I knew it was impossible. I was carried into the car by my mother, and the figure in the distance became more and more distant and blurred. I went back again, but I couldn't see the flowers. The cold concrete was laid, and she left. Again, remember the scene of flowers falling. When people are away, the flowers have fallen.

There seems to be something sprouting and growing in the field in the distance.

Another year, the flowers are blooming and still golden.

She is my grandmother. That flower is just rape.

The most beautiful scenery blooms in my heart. No matter how it changes, the scenery in my heart has never changed, never wavered, never ...

Chapter 8: The most beautiful scenery in my heart-home.

In the depths of memory, the word "home" has rich meanings. Everyone has his own warm family, and every family has special love.

family meeting

Dad took the horn and said, "Meeting, meeting." At this moment, my mother and I came slowly. When I was a child, my father didn't allow me to attend such an important meeting. Only when you are promoted to junior high school and become a "little adult" are you eligible to join. It's really "hard-won". "OK, how much is your meal this week?" Dad asked me like a prisoner. I had to answer: "15 yuan." "So many, come on, are you going out to play?" "No" don't wronged this honest boy "... such interesting family meetings are often held, so whenever this day comes, I will be" in great trouble ".

Homecooked food

The quarrel between parents is the last thing I want to see, but "good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles." I, a fair and just referee, have the final decision on the outcome of every war. My father carries a pot and my mother carries a basin, each with its own weapon. "Antique" finally got impatient, pre-empted, and made a 180 degree turn. "Mapo" is not a fuel-efficient lamp. She takes out her own fatal blow and lies on the ground in ancient style. There is still a hole in the pot and the basin is crooked. "Time is up" ... "Mapo won." In my family, I have long been used to this weekly "family dinner".

Family integration

After every defeat, my father was always croaked by my mother, so I had to kneel down and beg for mercy and collapse. But "there will be no pie in the sky." Is mom willing to give up? Only by repairing dad's black face can she accept dad's "war surrender book". And me! I am heading for my father, ready to make a comeback, but after one night, everything is as usual. Very calm.

Family gathering

It's time to show off. Whenever it comes to Friday's family reunion, I can't wait to taste the scenery and accelerate the impact. It's also slow. Ding, it's five o'clock, and the family reunion has finally started. What did mom receive today? What did dad get today? I sat in front of the TV and talked about our topic heartily ... the atmosphere in our home reached a climax.

Come on, enjoy the most beautiful scenery in your heart-home, which will make you feel happy, warm and happy. Home is the harbor of love, and love needs two-way flow. Home needs every family member to build a bridge of love and a ladder to go home.

I love my beautiful and happy little family, a small "home" on the earth.

It's not easy to answer the question, hope to adopt it.