The scenery story is 50 words urgent.

A college classmate who had not contacted for many years suddenly passed by my town one day and came to see me. Students come from big cities, where there are skyscrapers soaring into the sky, beautiful women and cars, exquisite coffee shops and music bars. The fashionable winds blow away the beauty of a city and a number of scenic spots. Every place is full of tourists, which is fascinating. The town is a narrow sky. So when I learned that my classmates were coming, I was in a hurry to prepare. I even changed the curtains and bowls at home to match the elegance of the metropolis. In the evening, when my classmates arrived, I carefully prepared dinner, but she offered to go shopping and eat snacks. I tried my best to make excuses. I said that street really hasn't been visited, and it's less than 1% of your big city. Snacks are nothing more than laid-off workers setting up stalls and eating wonton noodles. The students are full of interest. Helpless, I had to accompany her. Every place I am familiar with is actually charming in the eyes of my classmates. The digital camera hanging on her chest has been clicking. I laughed at her. Did I eat too much fish and meat and feel fresh when I saw wild vegetables in the country? The students laughed and walked around without saying a word, but they were very satisfied. Then, a bowl of wonton came to the wonton stall, and she ate it all. When I got home, I entered her photos into my computer. When the picture unfolded in front of my eyes, I was suddenly surprised to find that the city I had lived in for many years was strange to me: under the quiet flashing neon lights, a couple were walking, as if they heard their whispering happiness and sweetness, and the whole picture was beautiful; Open-air square, bare steps, full of moonlight, background, is a residential building, every window has warm lights, calm and calm ... I sighed, oh, what a surprise. The students said with a smile, this is called a familiar place without scenery. Actually, it's not that we don't. It's that our eyes are numb. Just one sentence is like an awakening. I think of a poem written by a poet: you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs; The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. The scenery in other places always tempts us infinitely. Like a cat chasing the wind, we chase and run, sighing because we can't get it, but we never know that in the eyes of others, we are also the scenery they are pursuing. This is like love and happiness. We searched for it for a long time, only to find that it was always here, in a seemingly dull pot. Sometimes, the best scenery is around. In other words, it is ourselves.