Walking on the avenue of the school and stepping over the steps, the scenery along the road has long lost its appeal to you, so you just skip it at a glance; Sit in the classroom, open the book, rub the familiar paper, skim the articles you have learned, and look for today's theme; When I got home, I quickly took the steaming rice bowl in my mother's hand and went back to my seat to eat without looking back ... If I carefully observed these familiar things, I might find something new.
Walk on the stone steps and walk slowly. Raise your already lowered head and look around. You will find: Well, there are more leaves on the ground today. Smell it carefully, it tastes slightly sour. Although the grass on the lawn is worth late autumn, it is still green. Today, the green is getting deeper and deeper, and it will suck you in like a whirlpool. Oh! What's on the bare branches of buttonwood? It is a small mushroom that grows close to the trunk! It is so full of vitality, sticking to the trunk of a tree with similar colors, stretching its posture, feeling glad to survive in late autumn, and you can't help but rejoice.
Sit in the classroom, open your books, stop your fast-moving hands and look back! You will find that Shi Tiesheng treats his mother really badly. Even though his leg has been broken, can his mother's kindness to him for decades be so obliterated? After the death of mother, anyone's reflection is bitter; Joan survived because of the last leaf. You should feel the strength of spiritual power. That last leaf became her last hope. It is like a powerful arm, which saves Jonson from the abyss of despair.
Go home, take the job from your mother, polish your eyes and take a look at your mother. You will find that mom's hands are no longer smooth and rough. Ten fingers are red and swollen in order to cook for you. There are several crow's feet in the corner of her eye. At this point, she is looking at you affectionately. The crow's feet in the corner of the eye are deepened by a smile, but under the light, the mother's love shines.
Raise your head, slow down your hands, polish your eyes, and observe everyone and everything around you with your heart. I believe you will find something unexpected, because there are also "landscapes" in familiar places.
In a distant but loud crow, the sleeping town yawned, rubbed its sleepy eyes and gradually woke up. A busy and comfortable day in the city has begun!
I put on my schoolbag and crept downstairs for fear of waking my sleeping neighbor.
Grandma downstairs is still burning her coal stove. Grandma gently fanned the fan with a cattail leaf fan, and the smoke suddenly came out, drawing a gentle arc in the air, and then turning around the old crooked neck tree three times before reluctantly dispersing. "Hey, little darling, so early. There is an exam today. Be careful, you will do well in the exam! " Grandma smiled when she saw me. Her wrinkled face smiled more and more like a blooming chrysanthemum. She laughed so hard that her cuffs, trouser legs and elbows were wrinkled. "Be careful, don't choke!" Grandma's cattail leaf fan, which has been used for decades, brushed away the smoke and I walked in the fresh air.
Grandma's coal stove and cattail leaf fan are a fresh scenery.
In the distance, I saw the iron gate open. That mottled iron gate is a loyal guard. Time has left a mark on it mercilessly, but it is still determined to protect the safety of residents. The old janitor is sitting under the crooked neck tree drinking tea. That familiar teapot should be bigger than me. Green tea leaves turned around and danced a soft and light waltz, overflowing with refreshing fragrance. "Grandpa, how to get earlier and earlier today? It's not all bright yet! " "This is not to open the door for the little darling, little darling to the senior high school entrance examination, my father-in-law to make a good start! Hehe! " Father-in-law also smiled, revealing his yellow teeth and almost laughing at the tea in his mouth.
The iron gate and teapot of my father-in-law's house are a warm scenery.
The sweet smell filled the whole alley early. Earlier, the master was as busy as a top. When he saw me, he stopped: "Little girl, did you take the middle school entrance exam today? Master has prepared the necessary breakfast for you! Gaozong! I wish you all the best in high school! " The master handed me the breakfast that had already been prepared, and his thick hand plate was wiped on the greasy apron, with a smile on his face. Even that simple and honest smile is shiny. I was just about to pay out my money when the master stopped me: "This time it's from me. It's a contribution to your exam!" " "Then I turned and filed a steamer. The steaming steam washed up on the roof, and a warm current suddenly penetrated into my heart.
Master Zao's oily laughter is a warm scenery.
Along the way, familiar scenery all the way. I paint this landscape full of human brilliance as a peach blossom that is full of self-thanks. Although it doesn't shine, it has its own warmth and elegance.
I cut this familiar place and warm scenery into beautiful pictures and left them in my heart. I'm not afraid to go into the infinite future.
The chicken crowed three times and the town woke up in the warm morning sun.
Gently push away Chai Men, who can't hide for long, and time flows freely in silence. I escaped from the shackles of the city and came here-I wear ancient incense every day.
Gu Xiang is quiet and beautiful, with mottled Chai Men, green ground and wet black eaves. The shadow of the yellow sun swept the long-sleeping white wall, where time froze. For thousands of years, it has precipitated beauty and left us with memories and feelings.
I think Gu Xiang walks around every day, as if no one has appreciated her carefully. She kept a low profile and looked forward to it alone. Time goes by like running water.
I walked in the ancient incense, and she stubbornly maintained her elegance in the glitz of the city. But I left in a hurry before and didn't notice this "familiar and unfamiliar beauty".
I heard insects and birds singing, but I didn't hear Lang Lang reading-please don't regret it. Because I overheard Hu Qin's voice, which sang such an ancient legend as Love in a Fallen City by Zhang Ailing. Behind the old wall, a bunch of fresh and green roses are quietly opening. Holy and elegant, open between heaven and earth, with a smile. It's so beautiful that Li Qingzhao sighed thousands of years ago. "I'm afraid Lang guessed that a slave's face is not as good as a flower's face." It is open, faintly with the beauty of ancient fragrance and youth.
The familiar smell lingered around me, and I was intoxicated. When did this classical spirit floating from ancient times lose its way in the noise of the city? I don't know, I don't ask, I smile, think and remember.
Running water has passed, and I heard a sigh many years ago, "as beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies." But when I think about it, I feel relieved again. Life permeates here and communicates with nature. I lost my way in this familiar alley with the leisure of "Time flies like an arrow, like water passing by".
Gu Xiang is a low-key person. She has been staying in the long river of years, waiting for her. Will the lilac-like woman seen by poet Dai Wangshu be a good memory in the alley?
The destination is downtown. But I don't want to leave. I was fascinated by this classical flavor. Every minute, every second, every year, every hundred years ... it doesn't matter. I am amazed at this corner of the world. Thanks to it, I suddenly realize that beautiful scenery is everywhere.
Three or two old people were staring at the door with fans. They must also be Gu Xiang's companions. Just like light tea, it is not strong, strong, urgent, impetuous, heavy or floating. Calm and calm, indifferent and far-reaching. It is a plain face as low as dust, and it is the power to hold up the soul and fly high. Slowly pour, let the world glitz, like the dense fog in front of you, linger and disappear without a trace.
Inadvertently glance, Gu Xiang crawled on the wall covered with creepers. Perhaps, young imagination and ancient tension are inseparable. Parthenocissus tricuspidata opened and fell, fell and opened, and the old wall remained the same.
Familiar Gu Xiang, your hidden beauty makes people lament. "When I suddenly turned around, the man was in the dim light." That's how you show me this amazing feeling.
The beauty of this world is created by the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years, so it is eternal. It brought me a novel shock. How can this familiar place be called "beautiful scenery"?
The sage is right: there is no shortage of beauty in the world, and there is no shortage of eyes to find beauty. Today I opened my eyes and saw the beautiful scenery of this familiar place.
Hu Qin is still babbling, and the bell is ringing loudly. ...
Has anyone noticed the familiar blue sky above us?
-Inscription "Mei Jin Xing Fei", just a few days ago, the ancient city of Gusu entered Mei. Fat raindrops fall from the blue sky, on ancient bluestone slabs, between black tiles, along the cornices of garden pavilions, and flow into the hearts of old farmers in Suzhou. It dyes plums yellow and apricots red. This land of fish and rice, which has just suffered a drought in 70 years, is enjoying this gentle gift and the gift of the ubiquitous blue sky.
However, people who are used to farming with their heads down, who are used to spending their lives at their desks, refuse to look up or "have no time" to look up at the blue sky above us. I am typical of these people. Faced with the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, I am prone on my desk to review endlessly, like a prisoner imprisoned in the study, unable to extricate myself. Intentionally listening to the charm of "like a pearl in a plate of jade", he said, "Where are you awake tonight? Yang Liuan, the breeze is fading ",but the habit of looking up at the sky has long since disappeared from our lives, just as we gradually lose our ethereal and clear hearts, just like this busy society that is losing its leisure and accelerating. The blue sky, which was originally the most familiar place, has faded out of our sight!
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Tell me, do you have the habit of lying on the soft lawn and looking at the sky? The ethereal sky gives people many beautiful fantasies. Su Shi's "I don't know the palace in heaven" and "Ask heaven for wine" are heroic and open-minded, Yue Fei's "smiling sky, strong and fierce", Han Yu's "light rain crisp" street, and even Guo Moruo's ideal street in heaven. In their eyes, the sky carries fantasy, but isn't it here? So I took time to look at that day and observe it carefully with the heart of culture. Re-appreciate the "familiar scenery"-Wan Li is cloudless and foggy, blocked by some trees, and the sunshine from the source of life illuminates my heart through the leaves. The phantom of bats in the city draws a beautiful "S" in the sky, and the flight of unknown birds adds infinite vitality. ...
That blue sky is familiar, full of fantasy and childhood, full of memories and glory. Even if the sky is no longer blue on weekdays, there is no green space on the ground. For these reasons, how can we live up to this godsend? Remember, life is born under the blue sky, and we come from there.
Please don't forget to look up at the familiar place and the place where life was born when we are busy. This will give you a little rest, a little comfort, a little poetry and a little strangeness-that's the scenery of a familiar place.
Familiar places also have scenery.
Smart life jumps around you, the lights are dim, and a piece of music about life is quietly kicking off in the most familiar place. -inscription
Another rainy night. As usual, I trudged to the bus stop.
In this city, people who can afford nightlife don't seem to need a bus. Bus is a cheap means of transportation, so I sat alone at the station, hoping to catch the last bus. The wind whizzed past my ears. Although it is summer, it is still very cold on rainy nights. I tightened my collar. The swaying shadows of trees change their contours in the wind. Yes, this tree is drunk. I took a closer look and found someone in the station with me in the dark. ...
A sparrow? Are you trapped by the rain and can't fly high? I looked at this silent companion curiously, only to find that it was also looking at me. For a sparrow, it seems that it can't distinguish things in the dark. It thinks I am a tree! This night-blind sparrow jumped on my feet and thighs. I held my breath and tried to pretend to be a tree. It whispered to me. I just know that the sparrow's cry is so beautiful at night.
Gradually, I seem to be a tree. I opened my arms to let it live in, and it chatted with me on the branch. It said that the rain wet its wings, and its wings could not open and fly; It said that the strong wind tried to send it far when it was slow, but it didn't want to, so it soared against the wind; It says that lightning is jealous of its power and wants to knock it down, so it despises lightning and gallops in the air battlefield. It has no war horse, but it has infinite power. Although petite, but indomitable ... I admire its heroic posture and praise it. I long for its strength, so I hold its hand and feel its softness and strength. This made me familiar with the bus station, which became the place where we met and knew each other.
The car came after all. I stood in the silhouette of a tree and said goodbye to it. It cocked its head at me, wondering why I moved and why I could leave. I'll meet it. See you next rainy night. I miss its agility and strength.
Looking back at the familiar place, the sparrow left in the shadow of a tree. The scenery will never be forgotten.
Are you familiar with this street? Familiar.
Have you ever heard the sound of this street? number
Have you ever enjoyed the beauty of this street? number
But grandma loves this old street alone. Every time I ask her doubtfully why, she always lovingly touches my head and smiles without a word. This seems to be a huge secret, which is playing tricks on my heart.
At that time, my grandfather had a heart attack and was hospitalized. After returning home, my grandmother and I went to the hospital arm in arm with lunch boxes. Coincidentally, the way to the hospital also passes through the old street. When I got here, I remembered the secret that my grandmother had never told anyone, so I turned my head to ask, only to find that my grandmother's face was full of nostalgia. She closed her eyes and had an intoxicating smile on her lips. The smile is so sweet that the original unsightly wrinkles seem to have a unique charm. She seems to take a deep breath from time to time. Grandma seemed to feel my gaze, opened her eyes, smiled and said to me, "Little darling, haven't you always wanted to know my secret?" Come on, I'll tell you. "I'm a little excited, some hesitate to follow up.
It turns out that this old street is where the two old people met for the first time. It was nothing at first, but grandma always felt embarrassed and never told me about it. I looked at her and pointed to it. This is the place where we first met. Here is the place where we first talked ... at that moment, my grandmother was something I had never seen before, and her face seemed to overflow with honey happily. My eyes seem to have crossed for decades, and I saw the shy smile of the girl in Tsing Yi with braids in a trance.
When I came out of the hospital and set foot on the old street again, my grandmother's expression was not as happy as just now, but a little sad and heavy. I knew what she was thinking, so I pointed to the old couple across the street and let her watch the sunset. The glory of the sunset shone on the old couple in their 90 s, glowing with white gold. The old people seem to hold hands more firmly, and the faint laughter between them seems so warm. I understood the true meaning of love for the first time under the buttonwood tree. I looked at my grandmother and said, "So can you." Grandma smiled again, her gold teeth shining in the sunset.
On this familiar street, I saw the most beautiful scenery, which was woven with love. This scenery is unforgettable in my life. The name of the scene is: hold your hand and grow old with your son.