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In the long river of years, time goes by slowly, but I can't take anything away, but I have left countless beautiful scenery in my heart. They may not be so passionate, so touching, so graceful and beautiful, but they are the tenderest memories in my heart.

In order to realize the great cause of Chu's reunification, you United against Qin, and later you were framed by a villain and exiled. When you wrote angrily, "I traveled to Yao Xiyuan with Chonghua and went to Kunlun to eat Yu Ying. Be with heaven and earth, and be with the sun and the moon in Guang Qi. " You wrote Li Sao to vent your anger. No matter what kind of blows and persecution you suffer, you always stick to your own ethics, which makes you noble. Finally, you jumped into the Miluo River with hatred, and from then on, the rolling river turned into your lofty aspirations, which have been passed down to this day and are admirable.

Qu Yuan, you are the scenery in my heart, and you are an inexhaustible poem.

You lost your husband at an early age and lived in exile. As a well-read talented woman and an intellectual at the commanding heights of social thought, in the face of this situation, you can't go to court, and you can't gallop on the battlefield. Back to a thousand years of history, you still can't find a bosom friend. You can only use "live as a hero and die as a ghost." I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "This kind of heroic poem expresses the tragic patriotic feelings like men.

-Li Qingzhao You are the scenery in my heart, and you are inexhaustible words.

You traveled across the ocean not far from Wan Li, gave up foreign preferential treatment, and resolutely came to China to heal the wounded and rescue the dying. You explained the highest professional ethics and moral cultivation as a doctor with your own actions, and you let us know the great internationalism and the spirit of * * * *. Selfishness, dedication, selfless dedication; Extreme work enthusiasm, spirit of Excellence. You are our eternal sample, your life is our imaginary square, and you are a monument that will never go down in history.

-norman bethune You are the scenery in my heart, an endless history.

You endured unimaginable and unbearable pain, but you didn't give in to fate. With the teacher's education and help, you overcame illness and disability with strong perseverance. After you graduated from college with honors, you actively devoted yourself to the welfare of the blind and deaf people in the world. You have also been praised and rewarded by many governments and people in many countries. Your My Life has also become a classic of English literature. You let me know that the courage to face the hardships and hardships of life is the foundation of success.

Helen Keller You are the scenery in my heart, and you are endless love.

The scenery in my heart, you are the bright light on my way forward, guiding me on the road of growth. I will follow your example and fly freely in the vast sky when my wings are full.

The first article: the scenery in my heart

In the long river of life, time is slowly disappearing, but some beautiful moments of life are engraved in our hearts. Maybe it's not so shocking, not so exciting and moving. But it is so beautiful in our hearts.

There is a beautiful picture in my heart.

It was a hot summer, and I went to menstruation's house to play. On the way, I saw a man lying on the ground, his hands kept digging for something. He is wearing a yellow coat with the words "cleaner" written on the back. At this time. I realized that the man lying on the ground was a cleaner.

What is he doing? I thought to myself. "When you come closer, it turns out that he is cleaning the sewer blocked by garbage. This pungent smell is floating around, making passers-by not want to stay here for a moment. He is surrounded by sewage. The cleaners endure this pungent smell, and this harsh environment is cleaning the sewer. " I was thinking here when suddenly a young man rode past him and the sewage on the ground splashed on the cleaner. I thought: This cleaner will definitely stand up and severely criticize this young man. However, the reality is just the opposite. The cleaner stood up and looked at the young cyclist without saying anything. Maybe he saw the young man ... in a hurry. He watched the young man go away for a long time, then squatted down to continue his work.

On another occasion, my father took me home. On the way, my father's motorcycle ran out of gas. Look at the distance, my grandfather's family still has a long way to go. Just then, a good-hearted man riding a motorcycle saw it and stopped to ask us what was going on. Can I help you? My father said: my motorcycle is out of gas, but it is still far from my home ... My father told a story once, and the good-hearted man said to his father without thinking: I just refueled and shared it with you. So I pumped some oil from his motorcycle. My father asked him how much money he wanted. But he said he had no money. When people are in trouble, they always help them. Do people help just to get paid? "But you can't use your oil for nothing," my father said. The good-hearted man said no, then got on the motorcycle and left. At this time, we can't even say thank you to ourselves, but only say "thank you" from a distance.

The obscurity and tolerance of cleaners; The kindness of that kind-hearted man can make us get home smoothly. These two scenes are small things in life, but they are beautiful scenes in my mind.

The second part: the scenery in my heart.

Perhaps one afternoon after many years, when the sun is still shining, I will gently open the small city gate in my heart and count the fleeting clouds and colorful scenery.

Shit! The English quiz is popular again. There is no doubt that I have to stay after school and take it again. It's killing me. Just now the hot sun smashed into the glass exterior wall of the teaching building, and now it's raining on the pretentious ground. I can't stand this weather ... it's still sultry in late August and then mixed with a thunderstorm, which makes people breathless. It's really "it rains all night", I thought, pushing my bike with my head down. Look at the electronic watch in your hand. It's past six! No wonder my stomach growls badly. ...

I finally got home. Before I put down my schoolbag when I entered the door, I was greeted by my grandfather who blew his beard and stared and screamed. The two moustaches in his mouth jumped up and down with his closed lips. The two gold-plated front teeth were particularly dazzling in the light. I felt dizzy when I spit out a breath occasionally ... "When did you leave school? Your teacher said that you had finished class and didn't come back until now? I don't know how to take an umbrella at my age. You, you, you, you go and change my dry clothes, and how can I tidy up you after dinner? " I ran upstairs like an escape, and I couldn't help laughing. Grandpa blushed like a funny cat in a cartoon.

I changed my clothes and looked at the mobile phone on the desk. Seven or eight missed calls are all grandpa's. This lovely little old man is really worried. I forgot to bring my cell phone to school. "Why are you so loose? Come down for dinner. When you grow up, don't be hungry. " I snorted and smiled, and a warm current spread around. This fickle little old man was just screaming in panic about how to tidy up me, and now he is anxious to starve me to death. Hehe, such meticulous love easily warms my whole body's fatigue and blows away my little disappointment, like clear water flowing through a smooth slate … very light and soft.

Sunlight shed lazy light from the blue sky and reflected in my heart, forming a beautiful scenery.

The scenery in this heart is full of little spoil, which is grandpa's eternal concern. In the scenery, a cute little old man took a girl with a mouthful of deciduous teeth by the hand, a cute little old man blew his beard and glared, scaring away the puppy that surprised my girl, and a cute little old man held a sugar-coated gourd and coaxed the oldest sulking little girl. ...

The scenery in my heart, such as tea, rain and dew, moistens my soul.

In fact, each of us has our own scenery-affection. Whether it is perfect or not, it lives in your heart. When you are lost, frustrated, happy or lonely, you will interpret it and experience it again and again. Maybe the pace of life makes you have to walk in a hurry on a busy street. Perhaps some regrets and mistakes are destined to shake your life, just like a steel bar plunged into the land, which will bring eternal pain to the land. However, we can walk slowly in more scenery and put it down slowly.

The scenery in my heart is winding, fresh and elegant. ...

The third part: the scenery in my heart.

You are like a clear spring, soaking my heart in the hot spring of knowledge. You are like the sun hanging on the horizon, illuminating my heart. Like a wise man, you taught me a lot of knowledge. Book-you will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

When I was a child, I liked fairy tales. I always pester my mother to tell me fairy tales every day. Those stories with different contents attracted my young mind. I often worry about what happened to the protagonists, and I am also excited about their final victory. What happened to the ugly duckling in The Ugly Duckling made me feel very sympathetic and oppressed by the people. After I read that the ugly duckling turned into a white swan, I felt that there would be a beautiful world only after suffering. Besides, from the frog in the well, I understand that we should take a long-term view. From the nightingale, I understand that I should be ready to help others; From the fisherman's story, I learned not to be greedy. Books are always the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

When I was older, I began to read some famous stories. What impressed me most was Helen. Keller wrote "If you give me three days of light", a strong and persistent girl. Although God made her blind, deaf and dumb, she is still very strong in speaking, studying and writing, and wrote immortal articles, which set an example for the world, that is, she will never be discouraged and will succeed as long as she persists. Li Bai's positive attitude; Lu Xun's honesty and courage to tell the truth; Lei Feng is helping others ... These famous stories at all times and all over the world have deeply influenced me. Books are always the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Nowadays, I prefer to travel between Chinese and foreign masterpieces and read foreign life in different regions with the author's narration. My favorite is Journey to the West. The Monkey King's miraculous powers, Tang Priest's rambling, Pig Bajie's laziness, and Friar Sand's indecision all show incisively and vividly, which embodies the people's desire to get rid of personal bondage and demand freedom, and also shows that if they want to succeed, they must unite as one and not be afraid of difficulties. Other famous characters also fascinate me. Such as: Li Kui jy's bravery; porco Chajin's unremitting self-improvement ... Books-will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

I have traveled all over Qian Shan and seen many places of interest, but the most beautiful scenery is books. It is books that have broadened my knowledge and broadened my horizons. Books are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

The fourth article: the scenery in my heart

Everyone has a beautiful scenery in his heart, whether it is real or imaginary ... The scenery in my heart is a beautiful underwater world.

One night, I had a beautiful dream. I dreamed that I was swimming in the deep sea in a diving suit. Look at the fish swimming around, look at the beautiful corals, and enjoy the exotic flowers and grasses growing on the seabed ... everything is so beautiful and quiet.

Slowly, I have a distance from the sea, looking up, the sea is colorful and magnificent, and many colors that are not available on land show us. Under the sunlight refracted by the blue sea water overhead, everything on the seabed appears clear and transparent, which is simply a clear fairy tale dream.

I looked back and continued down the river. Looking into the distance, you can see beautiful coral reefs. Colorful fish around us freely and smartly shuttle through coral reefs with different shapes and colors. There are also soft anemones attached to rocks or hermit crabs' houses, sticking out toxic tentacles to catch microorganisms passing by the water.

In this beautiful sea, everywhere is full of excitement. Occasionally, a moray eel will "roar" out of the rock to scare you. Sometimes, eels will show their heads, and thieves will look around for the prey they can catch.

Suddenly, a light caught my attention. I paddled hard and swam downstream. I found a big garden at the bottom of the sea. There are many exotic flowers and grasses growing there. There are mysterious fruits, fragrant flowers and aquatic plants like fairy skirts.

They swing their bodies and stretch their arms, as if inviting you to feel the taste of water with them, listen to the wonderful sounds and dance together ... everything here is so vibrant and prosperous.

I danced with them and swam to the sea. Soon, I came to the beautiful coral reef just now. Above it, I saw a group of silver jellyfish coming in waves, and the fish nearby avoided them as if they were princesses here. These jellyfish seem to have fluorescence, flashing pink and silver spots, constantly changing the flashing frequency.

I swam back to the sea, back to the boat. However, this beautiful dream woke up.

I can't help sighing that the pollution is getting more and more serious now. Many animals and plants have been extinct, and there are still many animals and plants struggling with life and death. If each of you has beautiful scenery like me, please protect the environment. Don't let this beautiful scenery only appear in dreams, it has always been the scenery in everyone's heart.

The scenery in my heart is either real or illusory. That's true, but don't you want the scenery in your heart to come true?

Chapter five: the scenery in my heart

The beauty in my heart is where there is no pollution.

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I fell asleep with this polluted city. ...

I'm up. After eating some breakfast, I immediately set foot on the road to visit my friends. Birds and flowers, flowing water, accompanied me to the depths of the jungle.

I came to a place where I can see the sun. Look up: Hey! Uncle Sun, long time no see, you are really much stronger! Therefore, it is good to do more exercise. Hey? ! Mother sky, let me fall into your arms again! Your mind is so broad. But humans have been destroying you and making you feel wronged. Hello, Sister Baiyun! Thank you for taking care of Mother Sky and making her gaunt face rosy. Looking down, a large piece of green grass stretches out in the distance, which makes people feel so comfortable. This is of course the masterpiece of the Caodi brothers. However, Sister Hua Er is not to be outdone. Flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed. That colorful, better for the grass elder brother embellishment. Here, there is also a crystal clear stream. Hey, stream, you and other streams come together to become rivers, rivers, oceans and seas. You told me deeply: unity is strength!

It's getting closer and closer to noon. Uncle Sun's sunshine is getting stronger and stronger, but my uncle and aunt blocked some sunshine for me with her arm. At this time, the small animals don't know whether to welcome me or to have a fixed activity time. All came out: Tibetan antelope, panda, bird, little brown bear, zebra ... We looked at each other and said hello. Then, we form a circle and play together.

Uncle Sun is off work. After a while, Aunt Moon and Brother Xing jumped out, and Aunt Moon led me to a small room. I ate something and lay in bed. The younger brothers of the stars got together and knitted me a thick quilt and covered me gently.

Humans! We all have a beautiful scenery in our hearts. However, the current "scenery" is already too bad. Looking forward to, one day, everyone can see the beautiful scenery in their hearts!

Chapter six: the scenery in my heart

You said there are only two words to describe snowflakes-purity.

In winter, light and transparent snowflakes fall slowly, looking down at the earth with a crystal-clear and pure heart, just like a white crane, noble and proud, elegant and simple, like an out-of-touch fairy. Gently landed on my eyebrows, eyes and corners of my mouth, and soon melted. It's another snowy season. Suddenly I saw a red plum not far away. When I got closer, I found that there were many Bai Mei beside me. In this white world, I admire myself and stand proudly. The biting cold wind has been with me, blowing the snow off that branch from time to time. In such a cold environment, I don't care, but I am indomitable against the wind. There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. For example, I am a "wild" chrysanthemum in a greenhouse, and I use a plastic bag to keep out the wind. When I experienced it, I grew up when I experienced it myself.

Think of some bamboos in front of grandma's house, and some old pine trees that shelter grandma and grandpa from the scorching sun. Although it is so cold, there are still some bright green, hot and beautiful green in the ethereal world, which reminds me of several poems:

The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.

The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight.

I remember that in spring, the leaves on the trees are green and tender, just like newborn dolls, tender and simple; The leaves in summer are dark green by the sun, so thick as ink that they can't melt; Golden leaves indicate the arrival of autumn and the rapid pace of winter; The bare branches were weighed down by the snow, and occasionally the biting wind blew away the snow, and then slowly "got up".

I remember a time when I was obsessed with finding two identical snowflakes. In fact, it is not without it, but there are too few opportunities, and the time that snowflakes can be preserved after falling is only a few seconds. You said, I am so cute when I am persistent. If only I could do the same thing when I was doing other things. "Huh?" I looked at you strangely, and then I was instantly shocked. ...

You said that you like winter best and watching snow best. I see deep infatuation in your eyes, just like looking at the person I love most. You are old, but your temperament has not diminished. But in the past year, I saw the young you in the photo, really beautiful, like a fairy against the backdrop of snowflakes. A few years later, I forgot what you looked like, but that day, after I took a look at you, I was instantly shocked. On the snowy day, your long white hair fluttered gently, and I seemed to see you when you were young. Your eyes are slightly sad, but kind and clear. Those are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life, sad and complicated. Like a proud bridled eyebrow, what a beautiful scenery it is!

Wandering all night, thrush mourning, ice sculpture tears into water, never regret it.

Chapter 7: the scenery in my heart

Where is the beauty? It's a beautiful scenery. What is the beauty in your heart? This is a touching painting. Beautiful scenery can make people "relaxed and happy, forget all insults" and want to "bring wine to the wind"; The beauty in the heart can purify people's hearts and wash away the dirt on them.

Our community is small, but clean. Every day after school, I always see an old woman cleaning the garden slowly. Is she a sanitation worker? This is not the case, because she does not have the uniform clothing of sanitation workers, nor does she feel like "going to the market" when sanitation workers rush to sweep the floor. So who is she? Why clean the whole block? Did the community management office ask auntie to sweep the floor? I decided to visit the old woman sometime.

After school that day, I happened to meet an old lady cleaning the garden in the community. I went over and asked curiously, "Grandma, are you a sanitation worker?" Isn't it a bit rude to ask? I thought to myself. The old woman's expression remained unchanged. She said flatly, "I used to be, but now I'm not." My son disagreed with me as a sanitation worker and bought me a house here. " I was even more puzzled: "Then you-"She seemed to see through my doubts and said to me, "Do you want to ask me why I have to sweep the floor so hard?" I nodded my head. Zhuhai is a very beautiful city. We can't lower the beauty of Zhuhai because of this rubbish. Although there will still be garbage after I finish sweeping, it is less after all. " She said.

The old woman told me to sit down, and she sat on the stone bench opposite me. Her thin figure and wrinkled face give people a kind feeling. It suddenly occurred to me that we should spend half an hour sweeping a classroom contract area, and then sweep the whole community ... I can't help wondering, "It doesn't take too long to sweep so many places, does it?" "Isn't it a waste of time to stay at home?" The old lady asked with a smile. I was a little embarrassed for a moment, and suddenly I found that the old woman's broom was worn out. I left a sentence "please wait a moment" and ran to the nearby canteen to buy a brand-new broom for the old woman.

The old woman looked at me, then at the broom I bought, and suddenly said to me, "Why don't you sweep the floor with me when you are free?" It would be nice to have a companion, just because the broom you bought is for your own use. "

I was silent for a long time, and finally I only said, "I study hard and have a lot of homework." I think, forget it ... "This is the last sentence of our conversation. Her bright eyes suddenly dimmed a lot, and I could see clearly. I don't want to stay where I am and leave in a hurry. ...

There was a mass of confetti not far away, so I went over and quietly picked it up. Looking back, the old lady was still sweeping the floor slowly, and my admiration for her rose in my heart. Although it was only less than ten minutes' talk, I felt that I had benefited a lot. Although I can't take the initiative to sweep the street like her, I will restrain my hands from littering and pick it up when I see it. ...

In my eyes, I saw her when she just swept the floor. This scene has always been engraved in my heart. I think this scene is beautiful, beautiful. I hope to see her again tomorrow, and I hope there will be more such beautiful scenery, more. ...

Please adopt it. Thank you.