Lost beautiful composition 500 words 1 I forget how long it will take. Students who have been together for 6 years (maybe 2 years) will be separated. I can't remember clearly. I don't want to remember either. At this time. My guardian angel appeared. . Chapter one. The arrival of the angel "ah! ! "I was driving the little angel that appeared in front of me. In a daze "You must be Mix." The angel winked at me. I nodded. Still can't talk. "Just call me Wuyang." It was the angel who spoke. "well. . You can call me Mix. " I finally said a word. "Be careful.
You're a little introverted, aren't you? "Angel on my shoulder. Tell me. " How did you know? "I asked. Gave her a smile. ”o(∩_∩)o .。 . Laughed. You smile beautifully! Why not smile more? "Wuyang said again? Probably. . I don't laugh because of my friend. . "I said." Your friend? "Wuyang asked." Who is your friend? "I can't tell you. "I laughed." You are no different from the guardian sweetheart. . "I asked Wuyang." Hmm. "Wu Yang nodded." That's true. However, guarding sweetheart can be transformed and transformed. However, guardian angels can't. We can only help you.
You can't change your image, you can't change yourself. ""Oh, really? "I said." In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with not reinventing the image. . "I said softly. Wuyang sat on my desk and looked at me quietly. "What do you think I do? ! "I said with a smile. Wuyang still looks at me. Is she gentle? I told her story. PS: A is written very slowly. The second estimate is also a little less. Besides. Thrombosis takes a long time ~ ~
The Lost Beautiful Composition 500 words 2 Turning over the splendid classical civilization of China, it seems to see a beautiful picture of colorful grass growing and warblers flying: the Peach Blossom Garden with "lush grass and colorful fallen English", the Dongting Lake with "green shores" and the drunken pavilion with "wings in spring" ... The carefree happiness and happy drinking songs of ancient people are really enviable. But back to reality, we have actually lost them.
Someone has done such a statistic: "Every time our clock goes around, a species disappears from the earth forever." What a shocking number this is! Which of these disappearing species is not a sad victim of human crazy plunder of nature? Not only they, but also Lop Nur, which was sung by cattle, sheep and fishing boats at night, disappeared forever under the rolling yellow sand. ...
UNESCO has a World Cultural Heritage List, and Norway has a tomb of "extinct species". This may be the awakening of mankind, but is it only in this way that mankind can cherish the gift of nature? Can this stop humans from hunting and killing? "Heritage" and "Mausoleum", is it only in the context of death that human beings will feel heartfelt sadness and fear?
Fortunately, people have now realized that man and nature should live in harmony. In some places where wild animals live, people have established many nature reserves, established endangered animal and plant germplasm banks, and strengthened the control of landscape destruction and pollution in various places ... Now, even some wild animals that have disappeared for many years have reappeared in their former homes, and birds can often be seen in parks. ...
Life and nature should love each other and live in harmony, and should not be enemies. We say that human beings will be retaliated by nature if they destroy it. On the contrary, if we treat nature well, nature will repay us with her profundity and beauty. At that time, the picturesque scenery of "the mountain reflects the sunset, and the sky meets the water" and the intoxicating warmth of "the sunset in the western hills" will no longer be just a dream. ...
Close my eyes, I seem to see the peach blossom garden that has fallen into the wilderness. ...
I finally know what a meteor shower is. It's tears falling from the sky.
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With inexplicable joy from me. It's been three years since I stepped into my long-cherished alma mater and left with a little sadness and reluctance.
I remember when I first stepped into the campus, I was still a brat who didn't care about anything. I don't know how to cherish until I lose it. I suddenly found myself changed, and even the voices and smiles of teachers and classmates in class became extremely cherished. I tried to record this scene myself. There is an impulse to cry in an instant. Often a person sits on the steps of the campus and stares into the distance quietly, then falls into deep thought. I can't help crying at the thought of leaving my alma mater, which has been with me for three years! Picking up a particle everywhere on campus has become extremely cherished and held in the palm of your hand for a long time.
I remember watching a movie called >, which mainly tells the story of a female nurse played by Cecilia Cheung? I fell in love with the onion played by Richie Jen, but I was afraid to express it to him. It was not until one day that the onion died in a car accident that she began to regret it and hated herself for not cherishing the opportunity, which was extremely painful.
But it's too late. After that, I performed a tearful story. I was deeply attracted by the plot of the story and moved to tears.
I am reluctant to leave my alma mater, an old friend who has been with me for 3 years and a classmate who has lived together for 3 years. ......
At night, leaning against the window, looking at the stars all over the sky, suddenly a meteor fell from the sky, so beautiful. Tears slipped from the narrow face.
The past flashed through my mind like a movie. At that moment, I knew that it was as short as a broken soap bubble and could never come back.
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The lost beautiful composition of 500 words always complains that time passes too fast, as if it ignores me. Look, the second hand on the clock is ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking, so fast, when can I keep up?
I told myself, don't blame, there are only two things that are fairest in the world: one is that everyone has 24 hours a day, and the other is that everyone will face death. So we don't have to blame the time is too fast, we should try to make ourselves do everything better in the same time! Each of us has equal time, so let's make good use of it!
Looking back, I seem to be in a complaining world, complaining that time flies and time waits for no one. Now think about me in the past, even yesterday, more likely an hour or two ago, I was still complaining, but at the moment when the pen tip trembled, I felt that I lost a lot of happiness and beauty! The lovely half face of the sun is hidden in the beautiful morning glow; The crisp birdsong in the Woods; A drop of crystal dew on the grass; The light of the sun at noon; Lang Lang's reading voice; The sound of playing on the playground; Cicada in the evening; The beauty of sunset and sunset. A word that parents care about; A greeting from a classmate; A look from the teacher. These things seem invisible and inaudible in my complaints!
I like those, they are the palette of my life, given to me by the old man of time, which painted my life into a colorful picture, but I blacked it out invisibly in the complaint! Although it is only a little, it is also a fortune in my life. At this point, my heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, an unspeakable feeling.
Come to think of it, I lost a lot. Lost things will never come back, don't let yourself lose the beauty of life, and don't let yourself live in complaints! Our life is really beautiful. We should continue to work hard and do everything better as we grow up slowly, so as not to lose the beauty in life!
The Lost Beautiful Composition 500 words 5 On the riverside, on the blue ridge, in the field full of wild flowers, beside the hut where the smoke curled up, I tried to find the smiling face that plucked the wind strings.
In summer, whenever reeds flourish by the river, my heart can't help but be tempted by green leaves, pestering my grandfather to fold windmills for me. Grandpa neatly picked several large and wide reed leaves, one on the left and one on the right. Before I could see it clearly, a lovely windmill appeared in front of me. Grandpa was cleaning up the garbage in the field, and I was watching the wind blowing through the windmill by the field, making the windmill giggle. The sun seems to be intoxicated in this happy scene, and his face is dizzy. Until the evening, the sun was still lying on the horizon spying on the world, unwilling to set for a long time.
"Let's go, my little granddaughter, go home quickly!" "No, no, I want to play for a while!" Grandpa couldn't beat me, so he went to see me having a good time.
Every household began to make a fire to cook. Grandpa's cooking is great. He can cook delicious food for me in different ways every day. At this time, the kitchen is always full of fragrance, which makes my mouth water.
In midsummer, grandpa is still busy in the field. I sat on the threshold, watching Parthenocissus tricuspidata kissing the wall, and felt bored in all aspects. "Look, what is this?" I saw grandpa smiling at me with a windmill in his hand. With the windmill, I am happy.
No matter how hard I try to catch up with my grandfather on the country road, I still fall behind. Never see grandpa again, flowers bloom and fall, only grandpa's windmill is still smiling in the wind That smile made me feel very sweet, and grandpa's kind smile came to my mind. I will cherish this beauty in my heart and give my smile to those who love me. I love them and let them have a beautiful life.
In the process of growing up, childhood seems to be a string of seven-color rainbows, brief and beautiful. However, when the noise of the city disappeared, I sat quietly in my chair and often recalled my childhood, the beautiful things that passed away.
Before the first grade, I lived in my grandmother's house, where there were no tall buildings and no lights. The blue sky there is like washing water. Under the white clouds, birds fly freely, and famous and unknown flowers compete for beauty. At night, insects sing loudly, although noisy, but also quiet. The twinkling stars in the bright night sky illuminate the children's dreams.
Whenever night falls, I like to lie on the bed next to my grandmother and listen to her tell me stories and tell a series of jokes.
Every morning, grandma always braids my hair with her chubby wrinkles. My grandmother's hands are very dexterous, and she can always weave all kinds of beautiful pigtails for me. After grandma's touch-up, my pigtails seem to have aura. Although it hurts when I comb it, I still miss grandma's thick hands at a certain moment.
Such a long day is full of a sense of familiarity that can be found.
I like warm summer. One thing I often do in summer is catching butterflies. There are rare butterflies in this city. This kind of butterfly likes to park on rape flowers or small wild flowers on the roadside. When it stopped, its wings were half open. So I reached out slowly and carefully, my thumb and forefinger slammed together, and one wing of the butterfly was firmly caught. With grandma's help, I successfully made a butterfly specimen. I really miss that life.
In the hustle and bustle of the city, we often lose ourselves, but only childhood, with the simplest dreams and the best stories, is untouchable and lost.
The lost beautiful composition 500 words 7 butterflies struggled painfully in plastic bottles, desperately trying to throw themselves into their mother's arms again ... that day, she and her friends went to catch butterflies. The elves in the air play carefree, and colorful clothes add a bit of beauty. She and her friends are each holding a butterfly net and an empty bottle. She waved a small net and the first butterfly was caught and put into an empty bottle. But she looked at the butterfly and opened the bottle cap without hesitation.
Friends are the opposite. Greed and a small net are like a talon, depriving one butterfly after another of their freedom. They struggled desperately in the crowded space. But when my friend left, he trampled the butterfly to death, leaving only the most beautiful flowers.
Two days later, she went to a friend's house. On the balcony, she saw the once beautiful flower destroyed: her wings were broken, and she changed from a swan to an ugly duckling. She held the butterfly in her palm and looked at it like a helpless baby, curled up into a ball and trembling slightly. For the first time, she shouted to her friend, "Isn't that life? The teacher taught us to cherish life, and you? "
The friend disagreed: "That's just a butterfly. Well, don't be angry. " She said: "Those butterflies who came into the world were once free and carefree. Why you can laugh and talk about the passing of a life without scruple. What if it's you? " She left, leaving a determined figure.
A beautiful one, lost here; The fall of a life and the fall of a meteor are lost here. In fact, our nature is as beautiful as a butterfly.
I attended a make-up class in Liaoda last year. I once met a very beautiful girl, and now I feel very beautiful every time I think about it.
She attended the makeup class next door to me, and her face was always smiling and full of sunshine. No matter who meets her, she feels very comfortable. I am no exception.
Sometimes, we meet on campus; Sometimes, we meet in the canteen. At this time, she always smiles, sometimes biting her lips and smiling. What about me? Of course, I smile, my heart is full of sunshine, and I feel that everything around me is beautiful.
The days passed day by day. Near New Year's Day, I met her again in the forest. She wore a hat made of colorful plush, tightly covered her forehead, and covered her mouth with her hands with red gloves, revealing only a pair of talking black eyes. She gave me a smile, and I couldn't help reaching out and holding her hand over her mouth. She smiled, and I smiled, and my heart was beautiful! In the future, every time we meet, we will naturally smile.
Then I left the cram school for a few days and came back, but I never saw her again. I didn't know until I asked. I had finished class two days before class. I suddenly feel sorry that I didn't know her! I think if I can take the initiative to talk to her, we may become good friends! And I didn't say anything. I don't even know which school she comes from. For this reason, I really regretted for a while and missed an opportunity to have a sunny friend.
Then I suddenly thought, what would happen to me if I started over? Maybe the result is still the same. Anyway, when I think of those days and her now, my heart is warm and I feel that everything is beautiful. This beauty, I know very well that she left it. Sometimes I even think that if I had spoken to her, maybe what I left in my heart would no longer be her sweet smile, because she has lost the unique mystery in my heart. Perhaps, beautiful things are always hazy and mysterious, between knowing and not knowing.
Outside the window, the breeze caressed the treetops, the purple wind chimes swayed with the wind, and a white cloud drifted quietly. Some things, when you have them, you don't know how to cherish them. When you lose them, you find that you can't get back the lost beauty.
She was my best friend when I was a child. She has a simple and kind heart. It was she who spent the golden childhood with me, and all the bits and pieces between us were treasured by me in that memory album. I remember once, we both signed up for an English summer camp, but it happened that my foot was accidentally sprained, and I was anxious but hesitant: go, then my foot ... but if I don't go, this quota will be wasted, and this rare opportunity will be gone. But at this moment, her words filled me with confidence again: Don't worry, your feet are my feet! My eyes were wet, and three words came to my mind: thank you, but the words came back to my mouth.
Time flies. In the sixth grade, we were assigned to different classes. Maybe it's because of the pressure of study. We have fewer and fewer opportunities to meet each other. Even if we meet, we always feel a little strange. Habitually open the drawer, there is a thick stack of letters, which is the communication between us and the witness of our friendship. I always read it over and over again, and I can't help smiling. Close your eyes and the picture of us together appears again.
Ah, my little friend, although we have been apart for a long time, I still remember our friendship. I want to say "thank you!" "
The beauty of childhood will eventually dissipate because of the transformation of growth, and fly into the flowers in the depths of memory like a butterfly, leaving only the lost beauty for me.
Lost Beautiful Composition 500 words 10 In another world, there was a wooden house where many animals lived, and they all died of cruelty. Many of these animals are wild, but there are far more pets than wild animals.
In a corner, there lies a lovely little white cat. It blinked its black eyes and combed its snow-white hair carefully with its pink tongue. You know its death shocked China at that time-it was thrown from a tall building by its owner, and the cat mat didn't work. At that time, it made headlines, and China and even the world accused its owner of being cruel and heartless!
On the blanket, a little black dog is playing with a ball. From the appearance, it is not outstanding, but it is very psychic. I was kicked to death by a famous school student when I passed by in the morning. At that time, blood spilled all the way, and the passing parents didn't stop it, just watching. This matter is circulating throughout the school district. The students go to the playground every time after class, and even the headmaster has no response: "Isn't it just a dead dog?" What's the fuss? "However, this has not affected the enrollment rate at all. Its death is as dull as dead leaves in autumn, and there are still many parents who are eager for their children to enter that school.
The animals here live a comfortable life, not afraid of death, not worrying about life, not freezing to death, and not being abused. The world here is beautiful and comfortable.
They also often recall that the past was full of human feelings, and they could live a carefree life, just like the wooden house now. However, every time the latecomers cry about their own experiences, the more they don't understand why human beings do these terrible things. Don't they advocate "at the beginning of life, human nature is good"? Don't they advocate purity, kindness and gentleness? Has such a good character been lost?
They always say, "As long as people remember the value of life, then beauty can come back."
Lost beautiful composition 500 words 1 1 Life is like a repeater, doing the same thing constantly. Get up, eat, go to school, leave school, write, sleep, and so on, 24 hours a day, seven days a week 168 hours, 1 30, 720 hours a month, 365 days a year, 8760 hours, passed unconsciously. People often say: "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." That's because we lack the eyes to discover and the heart to pursue bravely. When you look at the world from another angle, many things have passed ... After school, I looked at my watch and decided to go around the community. Warm sunshine surrounds me, my shadow lies on the gray concrete floor, and occasionally birds are singing. The dense leaves around are illuminated by the sun, and the red scarf dances in the wind from time to time. Walking to the tree, I couldn't help saying, "Where's the magnolia? ...... "I remember a month ago, we chased and ran to the edge of this big tree, sitting on a bench and looking at the magnolia on the tree, talking and laughing. Candy bean: "I just learned the lesson of Magnolia grandiflora, but I didn't expect to be met by us." It is really beautiful, and the most important thing is that it is so white. " "That is, much whiter than you. But isn't Magnolia grandiflora in full bloom in May and June? It's only March. " "Who knows, it's fate with us, hehe." I smiled. Candy bean said, "Well, is it a pure flower symbolizing friendship?" "Come on, don't be so disgusting, you have goose bumps." I put on a play.
But now, I am the only one, enjoying this "flower of friendship" with the remaining branches.
In retrospect, time can change everything. In the busy time, we have lost the beauty of the past.
Lost Beautiful Composition 500 words 12 If she hadn't rushed into the classroom that afternoon, I might not have noticed her and there wouldn't be so much friendship between us. ...
It was very hot in summer. The faint wind blew in from the window, which made people very comfortable. The teacher in the classroom is talking about boring equations, and the students are sleepy. I sat by the window and looked at the sunny playground outside in a daze. Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps woke me up. A crisp "report" interrupted the teacher's lecture in the classroom. The students looked at the door of the classroom sympathetically. How dare they be late for class and don't want to live? I frowned and turned to look out the door. A girl with a ponytail was panting.
Sure enough, the exterminator got angry and scolded the girl. From beginning to end, the girl didn't feel sad, but smiled. I have to admire her.
After training for a while, the extinction teacher left a sentence "Go to my office after class" and left smartly.
The girl is not depressed because she has to go to the office. She skipped in, sat in front of me and turned to greet me. Her sunny smile made me feel warm, and I became good friends with her unconsciously.
I made friends with her and had a good time every day. We go to school, study and play together. ...
Good times are always short.
The breeze caressed our cheeks and the sun shone warmly on us.
We put two boats on the water and watched them flow away slowly. ...
"If one day, the ship is separated, they will definitely find another one, right?"
I was silent.
That afternoon, she left forever. I seem to have lost something important, and my heart hurts.
When the ships are separated, they will look for each other until the whole army is wiped out. But at that time, I'm afraid everything was different.
500 words 13 facing the sea, watching the sunset disappear at night at the widely praised sea level, and the gentle sea breeze gently glides across the face ... This lost beauty is a passer-by. Time is ruthlessly washed away and lost bit by bit. ...
The moon poked its head out slightly and sprinkled bright colors on the beach. The stars in the black sky are shining leisurely, dotted with the lonely sky, scooping up a clear sea water, picking up a shell covered with sand and stepping on the beach to feel the warmth given by the sea water. This is a beautiful picture, but it is lost bit by bit. ...
As night falls, the city is taken over by lights. In the bustling downtown, under the luxurious and bright lights, people hurried and left bloody footprints. The prosperity of the urban area masks the breath of nature, and people are immersed in the cement forest and live a busy life. Perhaps, no one would have thought that it was once a beautiful corner of nature, once a green mountain and green water ... The memory of nature flowed and precipitated in the long river of history. ...
At dawn, the morning sun melts the clouds and brings life. Catkin rippled between Hu Guangbi's shadows, and green light appeared. Birds fly in the blue sky, and the lake waves under the birds swim leisurely. The breeze is mixed with the fragrance of the earth. The air is filled with joy, the wind is blowing gently, the water is gurgling, and every place that nature walks through has left a deep impression. ..... Deep in the thorn forest, nature is moaning and calling for more and more weakness. ...
In the distance, the scorching sun enveloped the city, making it difficult to breathe, and the city was brewing in the sauce jar, deteriorating bit by bit. It is crying, but a perfect part of the beautiful corner of nature has been wantonly destroyed. In the past, fallen leaves would turn into spring mud to protect flowers, but now they can only stick tightly to the asphalt road and float in the wind. ...
Nature is calling but being strangled in the cradle, falling in a pool of blood and indulging in the riverbed of history after being deprived of everything. ...
As time goes on, the natural history disappears bit by bit. ...
Lost Beautiful Composition 500 words 14 Autumn comes as scheduled, accompanied by continuous drizzle. Yes, I know, autumn rain is coming again.
At this time, the rain is not heavy. Looking out, it seems that there are only dense rain clouds in the sky. When I went out, I found a drizzle floating in the air, like fog. This rain has a very poetic name, called "Meiyu".
In the eyes of an artist, this rain may be the best theme for their creation, because the rain at this time is the perfect combination of softness and beauty.
Unfortunately, I'm not an artist. I don't have such delicate feelings. Going back and forth to school in the rain every day has gradually killed my leisure. Coupled with the heavy schoolbag on my shoulder, I can't look up.
I walked on the road to school with an umbrella, which undoubtedly became a "meaningless move." The rain is really small and fine, even so small that it can be easily ignored. But I still want to open an umbrella, and I keep praying that the rain will stop soon.
"Why are you holding an umbrella?" The speaker is a girl about my height. I took a closer look and found that she was actually my primary school classmate. She has grown taller. No wonder I almost didn't recognize her.
"It's raining, take an umbrella." This reminds me of her question, so I answered it quickly and simply.
"But it doesn't rain much?" I could see that she was surprised.
"I don't want to get wet." Helpless, I had to find a reason to prevaricate.
"You have changed. You said before that you like the rain at this time! " She whispered a word and disappeared into the rain.
My heart suddenly trembled. Yes, I forgot what I said, the impulse to throw away my umbrella and dance in the rain, and the stupidity of lying by the window watching the rain and even forgetting to attend class. Her sentence "You have changed" is very light, but it breaks the beauty I have stored in my mind.
I stood on the road at a loss, surrounded by rain and fog. Silence, thinking, immediately turn off the umbrella in your hand and step into this plum rain.
I know that the good things in the past have always been there, but sometimes they are temporarily buried.
Lost beautiful composition of 500 words, 15, once everything, let people miss. But I know that everything can't go back.
Incubus is joking with me. She took my time back to the past and reminded me of that dusty memory.
A snow season, I cried and laughed; A snow season, I saw through everything. Me? It is also the rainy season. That morning, in the dim light, I saw her. Vaguely, I heard her voice. Is it an angel? I think naively. She came over and smiled gently. The rainbow on her lips is so gorgeous that it seems to sweep away this gloomy day and restore it to a blue sky! Open your lips gently. I am fascinated by the heat and gentle language in your mouth. "Is it cold?" The sound of nature makes my eyes moist. For the first time, I am so warm in this snowy season; For the first time, in this foggy rainy season, I almost burst into tears. She is really an angel sent by heaven! Her smile can melt my body and soul; Her smile can make me feel even a moment of beauty. She is the most beautiful scenery in my life ... however, she still left me a moment of beauty ... far away, looking at her pale face, I cried again. She is still so beautiful, but she is no longer radiant. At this moment, my tears rolled down my cheeks and disappeared instantly. Just like her, it seems that she is just a passer-by in my life, but she is always hidden in my heart. Crying and crying, I finally laughed: she is an angel, and heaven is her destination. She will always smile at me in the sky. ...
My pillow was wet when I woke up. I looked up at the sky before dawn, knowing that I was not alone, and she was supporting me. The lost beauty is once after all. Fortunately, I am still me.