In spring, they give birth to green leaves and smile mischievously on the branches; In summer, they give off waves of fresh air and provide us with shade. In this season, in our eyes, it is just a pile of waste on the ground. Is that really the case? No, I don't think so. They follow the laws of nature and fall on the black land. Why? It is to grow better leaves in the coming year. They bear the pain of falling and don't complain. Why? It moistens the soil and makes it cultivate a better generation! They don't care about melting into the soil, because it is a beautiful moment; They don't care about the pain when they fall, because it is a beautiful pain! I gently picked up a withered buttonwood leaf and stared at it carefully. The clearly visible lines describe its brief changes in the two seasons. In my heart, how beautiful it is!
Flowers are so gorgeous that they can give us another kind of beauty. I love them, but not their petite appearance, but the moment they withered and turned yellow. This is also a kind of beauty, right?
People only pay attention to their fragrance and beauty in full bloom. And when they only have withered golden stamens, they are treated with endless disdain and indifference. I personally picked up such a withered yellow flower, as if I saw a still brilliant life. How can there be peaches and plums without flowers? How can peaches and plums bear fruit without the withering of flowers? Peach blossoms can bear sweet peach fruit when they wither. And the place where peach blossoms wither is where they live! I don't understand. I asked them, "You are so beautiful, why do you choose to wither?" It smiled and said, "Only our sacrifice can bring sweeter fruits!" " "Oh, I see again. Another victim. It sacrificed itself, but it bore fruit. This is another kind of beauty! I play with sweet fruit in my hand, and I see flowers laughing inside ... how beautiful they are!
Our life is full of harmony. Let's work together with harmonious hands, because this is also a kind of beauty.
This is also a beautiful composition. I don't know who has been saying in my ear that there is no shortage of beauty in this world, but a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty. And I always disagree, where is the beauty of this bustling and noisy world?
Looking up at the sky at 45 degrees, several white clouds floated lazily. Suddenly, dark clouds stained with ink came from another corner of the sky. The sky, which was clean and blue just now, immediately changed its face, just like a smiling child suddenly burst into tears, which was unexpected. I swayed in the rainstorm, and the rain man got my skirt wet. Oh, is this the so-called beauty I haven't found?
I wandered home all the way, my body was wet, my clothes were tightly attached to my body, and my hair was still tied when I went out. I don't know when it became as soft as a lamb hanging on both sides of my cheeks, and my shoes were full of tears from God, one step at a time. I gently pushed open the door and crept back to my room to change clothes. Unfortunately, I was about to push open the door of the room when I suddenly remembered the serious voice that I had been used to for many years. "If you don't change clothes, just wear them and kneel in the living room for 2 hours." I turned around, stayed on his serious face for a few seconds, then bowed my head and knelt down beside the sofa, staring blankly at the floor, sneering in my heart. Is this the so-called beauty that I have not discovered?
In fact, this is all the beauty I haven't discovered.
Although a rainstorm was sudden, it came in time. Let the dry and boring air be moist and cool these days, and calm my impetuous heart. Also because of its arrival, farmers let a hundred flowers blossom and everything moistens. The green leaves on the trees are greener, the flowers on the roadside are more charming, and the animals in the mountains are more energetic. So its arrival is a kind of beauty!
My father's punishment was incomprehensible at first. Facing the wall, I calmed down and thought about it before I gradually understood my father's practice. He wants me to remember today's class, remember it well, and don't procrastinate all day. He told me to take an umbrella before, but I didn't take it seriously. I forgot in three minutes and wandered all the way home. His anger is inevitable. Later, I really developed the good habit of not dragging my feet, remembering everything others said and getting along well with my classmates. So, this is also a kind of beauty!
Beauty requires us to open our eyes and explore from different angles.
Look with your eyes, and you will find that everything is beautiful.
This is also a beautiful composition. Throughout the ages, the beauty of poetry is like a net, which binds me tightly.
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"Falling flowers are independent, and the swift returns." This is how poets miss old people. The word "independence" gives the whole poem a sense of loneliness. Alone under the tree, a beautiful picture comes into view; But "Double Return" makes me feel a little warm, reflecting the beauty of loneliness ahead.
"People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." I can't help feeling sorry. At this time, the girl who was dyed red by peach blossoms has disappeared, but the peach blossoms in the door are still gorgeous, as if to reproduce the scene of the day and tell the beauty of a kind of missing.
The poem "I have a ladle of wine, which is enough to comfort the dust" has attracted many netizens to post, and the most unforgettable thing is "Do your best to send wine to the world." I seem to see Dong Fangbubai drinking, and I admire him smartly. Isn't this kind of "giving drinks to everyone in the world" a kind of broad-minded beauty?
"The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror." It expresses that time is not static, people's faces will eventually age, and the flowers in full bloom on the trees will one day wither. The change of natural phenomena makes me a little sigh, which may be a pity for the beauty of time!
"If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?" It would be great if we looked the same as when we first met. I will leave my most beautiful appearance to you, but there will be no follow-up. But life always leaves some regrets before I dare not forget you. Regret but beauty ...
"You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. " A little red in the evergreen tree looks like it! Begonia is rare, scattered among the leaves, giving me a feeling of mutual reflection, and the picture is very strong, as if everyone can smell the flowers of begonia through that book, which must be the beauty of natural scenery.
Different poems can bring me different feelings. Their beauty makes me enjoy it, and I don't want to get rid of this net. ...
This is also a beautiful composition. When you spend 99999 yuan on a sparkling diamond necklace, you may find it beautiful. When you lose weight through an extremely difficult process, you may feel beautiful in the mirror. But sometimes, freedom is a kind of beauty.
As we all know, cheap goods are not good. In that case, free is not equal to garbage. But in this world, there are many things that money can't buy. When you are suffering from cancer, a thousand dollars can't buy back a healthy life, and it's even more impossible when you want to buy affection with money. It is even more ridiculous to buy dreams with money. Since such precious things as health, family and dreams are free and cheap, how can this sentence be right? Maybe there will be no pie in the sky. There is no such thing as a free lunch, so it's not yours. Don't rob. We should learn to cherish the free things that already exist. With family ties, we can have a shelter when we are in trouble. With health, we have the capital to struggle; And dreams, let us have the goal of struggle, these, become an indispensable beautiful note in life. And it's free, which makes our life better!
Indeed, one should thank him for his kindness. But we have helped others, and we should ask them for their due return! Is this worthy of the idiom of helping others? In the 5 12 earthquake, if you don't save a person, you will think about how much you will get in return, which will be more terrible than the 5 12 earthquake. Sometimes, we can tell others that our help is free, so that the sunny smile on others' faces will be more precious than anything else. In this way, being ready to help others without asking for anything in return will become a virtue and spread through the ages. So, let's tell others that our help is free. In this way, life is better, and freedom also makes our humanity better.
In fact, in nature, spring breeze is free, summer rain is free, autumn fruit is free, and winter snow is free. Everything in nature sounds like sound and looks like color. It is this freedom, combined together, that has created such a colorful world. Therefore, freedom makes our nature more beautiful. Free, let us have friendship, friendship is both free and priceless; Freedom allows us to have youth, which is both short-lived and priceless; Free, more beautiful, let the glory of life bloom from now on.
This is also a beautiful composition. Dirty, old and poor are dim and unavoidable in people's eyes, and one person has undertaken all this alone. She's beautiful. -inscription
When the traffic is busy, the wheels often draw a "beautiful" arc and go away. Everyone in the crowd who went home passed by without looking at her. She has almost no pity.
She is a sanitation worker near my home. She is small, old and poor, and keeps company with rubbish. She has worked here for several years, and no one knows her last name.
When I get up for school in the morning, I always see her shivering with a cart, not as tall as a garbage truck. The face with almost no expression is engraved with deep wrinkles, and the eyes are turbid and lifeless, as if they have never paid attention to anything in the world. In rags, clothes never seem to be cleaned.
I stay at a respectful distance from her, thinking that too many such people are a stain on the world and pollute the surrounding environment.
Indeed, she has absolutely nothing to do with beauty, but ...
She is small and weak, but she is never late. She is old, and she has lost the vitality of her youth, but she always spends several times more time than others, sweeping the streets bit by bit. The clothes she wears are never clean, but there is no rubbish in the street she sweeps. She is poor, but she works hard on her own to earn food for herself.
One day, I found a new one. The garbage on the ground waddled away with the wind, and she waddled after it, sweeping back bit by bit, with unprecedented concentration and careful scanning in her eyes. The paper was too light, so she swept and flew, and flew and swept. Finally, she trembled and bent down, picked up the dirty and black paper with her wrinkled and aging hands, and held it in those hands that could not be closed, as if holding something precious.
I sat in the car, looked at her through the window, looked at the world and saw a kind of beauty.
The girl in the flower season is very beautiful and elegant. The rich powder of jewelry is beautiful, and the beauty of wife is luxurious. This is also a kind of beauty, a kind of "dirty", "poor" and "old" beauty, a kind of dazzling beauty above its own darkness.
In the traffic, young people who drift with the flow pass by in droves, and their clothes are unconventional. Teenage girls walked by with unique simplicity and elegance.
Who did I see? I only saw her, a dirty, poor and old sanitation worker.
This is also a beautiful composition. There are many beautiful things in the world, which may be great and eye-catching; Or it may be ordinary. However, it is these ubiquitous beauties that adorn our lives and make us happier and happier.
A few months ago, I got up early to go to school. Probably didn't sleep well. I feel listless and in a bad mood. On the way to school, I always look very listless.
Suddenly, there was a noisy sound behind me. When I looked back, it turned out that a young man carrying a box had collided with an aunt riding a bicycle, probably because they didn't look at the road. "Oh, to start fighting again. I'd better run quickly, so as not to give me a headache! " I thought to myself. I was about to leave, but I was surprised to find that the development of this matter was not what I imagined. Two people scold each other and then make everyone unhappy. Instead, two people humbly apologized to each other: the young man spoke first: "Auntie, I'm sorry, I'm so wrong. I didn't even look at the road when I moved the box, and you fell down. I am so sorry! " The aunt also said apologetically to the young man, "It's my fault. I was thinking about other things while riding a bike. I deserved it, but I caused your things to fall, and so did your people. Your things are not broken! " "Nothing, then your bike will be okay!" ..... Two people so humble to each other, apologize to each other, let me very touched, also very refreshing. And those onlookers also clapped their hands. Looking at their fading figure, I think, isn't this actually a kind of beauty? Aren't these seemingly ordinary but wonderful things worth remembering? Isn't this courteous spirit worth learning? I should cheer up, learn from them, face every day with confidence and face a bright future!
In fact, this is also a kind of beauty, a pleasing beauty, a beauty that we all yearn for, and a beauty worth learning from anyone. composition
This is also a kind of beauty. What is beauty? Ten thousand people may give you one thousand and one answers. So, what about beauty in my eyes?
Beside the road, a neat row of ginkgo trees was planted. Because of the arrival of autumn, many people in Ye Er have put on new clothes-wearing a goose yellow dress, which is not as vibrant as summer, but makes people feel extremely comfortable. There is a tree that is out of place with them. There are few branches on the thin trunk, and the branches are bare, a bit like a monk's head, and nothing grows. If it weren't for the only ginkgo leaf standing there, I'm afraid few people knew it was a ginkgo tree.
Even if such a big tree only needs to provide nutrients for one leaf, this leaf is as malnourished as its mother ginkgo, without a trace of silver. Dark yellow leaves are exposed to numerous spots by the sun, and circles of brown "lace" are tightly squeezed together around them, making the original small leaves look more petite. Whenever the wind comes, it starts to tremble, fearing that the strong wind will blow it away. It has been struggling against the wind, and it still misses the big tree that gave birth to it. Even if all the brothers and sisters are gone, it still stays here.
The sound of "Ka" was magnified countless times in the noise. Originally in a daze, I was instantly attracted by the sound and quickly looked at the fragile ginkgo tree. As I expected, the lonely ginkgo leaves the tree and dances with the wind. The original "lace" slowly stretched under the touch of the wind. At this time, Ginkgo biloba leaves are like a dead butterfly reborn, and they are about to leave in the wind, giving it back to the public.
Somehow, Ginkgo biloba suddenly stopped in the air, hesitated, lingered in the air, and then fell. As if determined, the leaf continued to fly forward, so decisively, but this time, it was ginkgo tree in front of it. Leaves kept flying, approaching ginkgo trees. Suddenly, it fell to the ground helplessly, only a few steps away from the ginkgo tree, but there was no movement anymore. Oh, the wind has stopped. I couldn't help walking up to Ginkgo biloba, gently picking it up and putting it next to the ginkgo tree. At that moment, I found it moving, as if thanking me.
There is no wind at this time, how to move? I am dazzled! A self-deprecating smile. Soon, I understood that it was the lingering beauty, bleak beauty, decisive beauty and feedback beauty of Ginkgo biloba that aroused my inner voice.
This is also a beautiful composition. On a cool night, I walked home in the dim light. The swaying of trees by the roadside and the rustling of feet came from my ear.
At this moment, I found an unknown wild flower in the corner. From a distance, the yellow of wild flowers stubbornly divides the twilight and persistently maintains its own color.
I walked into that wild flower. Suddenly, a fresh smell came to my nose. Although there is no lotus fragrance, wild flowers still try to exude their own fragrance. Look at its smiling stem. Although it is not as tall and straight as a soldier, it still holds up its own sky with a smaller body. The delicate petals are not as bright as roses, but they keep their own goose yellow.
It was completely dark, and I was surprised to find that yellow was still flowing vigorously, and I could see it when I closed my eyes in the dark.
I gently stroked its tender body with my hand for fear of hurting this worldly-looking little girl. Suddenly, I found that there was a budding bud under all these flowers, just like a shy little girl who refused to expose her beautiful face to us mortals. In the dim light, I found that their roots were actually stuck between two rocks. It is conceivable that they can't get enough water and nutrition here, but they are still so beautiful. I admire it in my heart.
The yellow color of wild flowers remains in my heart. I suddenly thought of myself.
After entering the eighth grade, the class teacher always emphasized the importance of this period, and mom and dad always nagged in their ears. But I lost my way and didn't know how to work hard. My heart is very upset. At this moment, those two flowers seemed to say to me, "Successful flowers, you only envy my present brilliance. However, at the beginning, my bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. "
I see these two flowers, they are my flowers, they belong to me! I seem to be awake, and my heart is full of strength.
So, I whispered: "Day is not everywhere, but youth is just coming. Moss flowers are as small as rice and open like peony. "
At that moment, those two small flowers were so beautiful in my eyes. That is a unique beauty.
So far, when I think deeply, I sometimes think of these two flowers. They added a touch of color to the canyon of my heart and taught me how to bloom the beauty of life.
This is also a beautiful composition. There is a pot of gardenia on my balcony. Last autumn, this pot of gardenias was in full bloom, and winter went and spring came. In the cold winter, I found that its withered petals also have a kind of beauty. ...
The pink sunset glow seems to be frightened by the cruelty of winter and hangs stiffly on the horizon. I sat on the electric car in a heavy down jacket. After finishing my homework at home, I looked at gardenias with few petals by the twilight of the evening sunset. In autumn, this pot of gardenia is still blooming brilliantly, and the flowers on the branches are competing to open, so beautiful. But now the remaining petals on the branches are all rolled up, and the white petals of the past are falling into flowerpots, and a scene of broken walls is presented to me. I looked at this pot of gardenia anxiously, thinking that it might not survive this winter.
A few days later, only a few lonely leaves were left on the branches of gardenia, and the soil was covered with dried petals. I couldn't help sighing and continued to water it.
Winter has gone and spring has come, and thriving spring has come. I took off my heavy down jacket. In this cold early spring, I wore a sweater and played with my classmates in the warm sunshine. When I got home, I looked at those few flowers and gardenias with a few bones, and I was a little startled. This gardenia can survive the cold winter and welcome the early spring. Seeing the clean soil in the flowerpot, I suddenly realized. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud can protect flowers better." Petals that originally fell in winter were used as fertilizers for these delicate flower bones in early spring to protect them from growing into gardenias in various ways.
These beautiful falling petals are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. When people who lose hope in the dark are full of hope because they see this faint light, this candle may burn out soon.
Although these petals lost their lives, they dedicated everything to gardenia. It has the spirit of selfless dedication. Isn't this also a kind of beauty?
This is also a beautiful composition 10 Today, an old man moved across the house. It seems that only he lives in this big house. I happened to meet him when I went out, so I said hello. Looking up, his dark face was covered with wrinkles and he was wearing an inappropriate shirt, revealing a strong peasant temperament. The first time we met, we left a bad impression.
He is always lonely and has few relatives and friends around him. Carrying a shovel all day, I don't know what to do with that long-abandoned land. When I came back at night, I saw that he was still busy on that piece of land, so I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Grandpa, what are you doing here every day?" Busy, he smiled and said, "I have nothing to do at home every day, so I just do this place and kill time." I kindly advised: "You, just rest at home when you are old. This land has been neglected all the year round. If you can't get better, save your strength! " Grandpa didn't say anything, just smiled.
Grandpa is still in that land every day, and he doesn't know what to do. When others persuade him, he just smiles. Everyone is full of questions about this old man of unknown origin, and everyone is talking about him behind his back. But regardless of the old man, he is still busy with this land, watering and fertilizing it every day. I wonder what medicine is sold in this gourd?
Another beautiful day, I sat on the bed and stretched myself, but I smelled the flowers floating outside. I immediately opened the curtains, and the warm sunshine came in, which blinded me. I rubbed my eyes and looked out. The original desolate land has become a sea of flowers, and all kinds of flowers compete for beauty, but they can't cover up the simple back. He bent down and took good care of the land.
His behavior surprised me, and at the same time I felt guilty for my previous behavior.
I remembered his face as black as coffee again. The flowers at this time are not the most beautiful, but the simple figure is the most dazzling among the flowers. I think this is also a kind of beauty.