Ordinary is also a kind of beauty Beauty is everywhere and nowhere, it is to see whether you will find it.
The calm surface of the lake, like a mirror, quietly laid, as if the time also stays, to appreciate the beauty of this moment of calm; it is not the sea's majestic courage, proud of the world's momentum, but it still has its ordinary ripples, giving you the enjoyment of the beauty, it will make your heart calm, without the distraction of the noisy secular world, as if the world is left only you and it. In the metropolis we may be accustomed to living in the visual fatigue, all day looker skyscrapers, cell phones and computers, every day to shuttle between home and school, a semester down, I feel really tired ...... I used to see in some books, in the big city for a long time in the life of the people, like to go to the countryside in their own time off to live for a while. I've read in some books that people who have lived in big cities for a long time like to go to the countryside during their vacations to live there for a while, to really get close to nature, to feel the beauty of nature, and to experience the surprises that nature brings to people. So I decided to take my sister to the countryside to live for a while on this vacation, so that she can also get close to the nature.
Along the way I was listening to MP3, because some time ago in order to meet the final exams I spent every day in the busy study, which makes just a relaxation I can not help but feel write fatigue. So listen to some music to make me feel relaxed, but I found my sister has been looking out of the window.
When I turned my head to look out the window, I realized that it was really beautiful outside. The warmth of the sun was shining down on every living thing on the ground.
The world had changed to a new color, a color that was rarely seen for my old self. I couldn't help but be captivated by this beautiful painting.
I gently take off the headphones, with the heart to feel this usually rare painting ...... We stayed in my second aunt's house for several days, every day I took my sister to a different place, the sky here is very beautiful, sitting on the ground during the day to see a cloud floating in the air, and at night to see the countless stars twinkling, which makes me can't help but think of counting stars when I was a child. That day I took her to the side of the creek, looking at the flowing river, my sister said it was a swimming fish.
I laughed and thought, "How can that be a swimming fish? Where is a fish that big and transparent? But after a while, I thought, yeah, why couldn't that be a swimming fish? Everything in this world can be whatever you visualize it to be! Such a beautiful and clear river does look like a fish. My sister also kept using her hands to pluck the water back and forth, saying that she wanted to touch the body of the fish.
Look at her hand in that keep swinging around, I can not help but also squat down, like my sister's way, back and forth dialing water, and then we also get the water on each other, each other are very happy. In the second aunt's home for a long time, but also to the time to go home, my sister and I embarked on the road home.
In the car, echoing the past few days, my sister must have found so many beautiful things, she thinks everything is beautiful, while I was guided by her to discover the original beauty of nature. Rodin said right, the world is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of eyes now.
2, appreciation is also a kind of beauty you have your own appreciation of the people appreciate the heart of the sunrise, dewdrops and perennial blooming flowers; Mo view of the icing of the heart of the city of the four seas are dry, the mountains are barren. I think you will choose the appreciator I also.
In this short elementary school life, made so many friends, I appreciate. They have their own style, which I admire.
Among them, Zhou Juhang is an example. One day last week, the teacher sent us an exam paper home to write.
Just sent down, I quickly skimmed over, the last question let me sleepy it requires us to give any one of the classmate portrait this portrait of the two words added quotation marks said to write on the appearance of the statue of the characteristics of the writing below , I think; who to write it, I looked around the surrounding classmates, there is not a girl better to write, but there is a male classmate is quite good to write, but then thought; no, write the other students in our class, the boys. If I write about a boy, the other students in my class will say something. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't think I'm going to be able to do that.
I racked my brain and couldn't come up with anything.
I've been racking my brain, but I can't think of anything.
At that time, look at other students how to write The next day, the language teacher to talk about this exam paper, I picked up this exam paper, our classmates took advantage of the morning reading class to get up to discuss, see Ya Wen, Chen Xin. Ai Yina, Zhou Juhang, there to discuss what, but also squeeze in to see.
It turns out that they were studying the answers.
So, they are studying the answers.
After looking at it, it seems to be written for boys, so I said bluntly; Zhou Juhang, did you write for boys. She didn't beat around the bush, and said boldly; yes.
I was stunned, she actually wrote boys, our classmates must say this and that, Zhou Juhang, I really worry about you, but also admire your courage. When the teacher spoke to the question, Zhou Juhang put their hands on the answer to the teacher to tell the whole story, that clear and loud voice, that reveals the true feelings of the eyes, so that my admiration, appreciation of the heart came to life.
However, when she finished reading her answer, her classmates did not say anything, which is more I feel that the truth is more persuasive than anything in the world, thank you, Zhou Juhang, you will always be my good classmates, good partners. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
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2. Write an essay on the theme of "beauty"
Beauty Open the book gently, there is a story about a boy who climbed hard to the treetops, holding a small bird in his hand, just to send it home. This text tempted me to look under every tree in fascination. I always looked forward to meeting the boy. Cheering him on, hoping he would hold the little bird in his hands. And I? Will also quietly pick the bird's nest, sent to him, and he *** with him to savor the joy, happiness of the bird returned to the nest. Isn't this that beauty full of kindness? Slowly analyze the picture book, there is such a picture, painting a group of old gazelles in order to save the small gazelle, even their own body as a pedal, in the small gazelles run out, fell down the valley. This scene left me stunned and speechless. How I would like to become a rainbow bridge, so that this group of gazelles can be saved, warming their cold hearts with the light of the rainbow and supporting their falling bodies with clouds. And then use this endless bridge to send this group of gazelles into the forest, disappearing in a lush green. Isn't this that beauty full of selflessness? Slowly checking the photo album, there is such a photo, there is a dandelion in order to wait for the return of distant children. Aging also refused to hang down the yellow head, quietly wrapped his body with a small grass, let the wind and sun test, but also never waver, stay looking forward to the return of their children. This moment was firmly buried in my heart, took root, and sprouted silly fantasies, hoping that I find its children, sent to its side. Don't let it rot into the dirt, and go on to really feel the oblivion of a long absence. Is not this that beauty full of affection? In fact, you are not difficult to find. This world is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty. As long as we go to grasp it, to cherish it, and polish our eyes, do not let the original vivid heart thick cocoon. Then, the fragrance of beauty will linger in your nose. Let's bathe in a story, let's perfume a picture, let's comb the feathers of love and beauty carefully in a photo - okay?
3. 500 words on the topic of beautyBeauty, there are many, it can be a plastic flower that will never wither and fade; it can be a gorgeous wallpaper that hides the ugly wall; or a sultry watercolor painted on the face.
Beauty, can also be very different, like staying in the doctor's father's body of the shallow Lysol scent, never need to modify, but the real natural; occasionally also on that is the text below the watermark background, not attached to the text. Just itself calmly into one; such as the shallow ink on the paper, or the newborn baby exudes a natural milk flavor.
I can't say exactly what it is, but it's mesmerizing. This is the beauty of my eyes, to get rid of the appearance of the gorgeous, not only the inner beauty, just a kind of normal in the most real, without the slightest delicate fabrication of superfluous.
It's a natural flow from the inner beauty of the heart! In the crowded crowd with such a temperament, everything around them is dark, only the head of a beam of spotlights, *** naked exposure. The head but with the addition of a circle of angelic halo - I think it is called nature makes it so! As if Liu Xiang in the field of victory over Alan Johnson wearing the national flag when confidently facing the press, easy to smile and said: "Today play well, I think the next game will be better" after the ghost face.
Or as Li Zhaoxing, foreign minister, in other countries to answer the questions of journalists from various countries, Xu Xu said the relationship between China and foreign countries and the country's position when the calm and self-will. There are people like that all around us.
The woman in the rough floral skirt and plain blouse, even if the daily face, doing humble work, she greeted every guest with a warm smile, the good mood to pass on. With a kind heart sincerely help people in trouble, even with a meager income will not complain too much about the injustice of life, I know that her face may not be considered beautiful, but his inner beauty like the flowers of the mountains reflecting the sun's fluorescent light, is from her heart on the top of the head with a halo.
Perhaps tearful eyes dense Korean drama sad heroine can not move us, perhaps not by the lips of the politicians to convince, then let us close our eyes with the heart in the noisy street quietly feel it! Feel life with the heart, with kindness to love people, gradually our head will also appear a halo, so with a smile on the face will be the most beautiful. The beauty of the human being, the inner beauty outside the present.
4. Please take "beauty" as the topic, write an essayThe most beautiful in the world
The wind and rain are still the same, the years are still the same, but the human race has gone from the blood to the "McDonald's" culture, from "Aristotle" to "Einstein" ... ... history, history, history, history, history. ... History has a long history, the naked Yuanmou people have long been replaced by modern people wearing gold and silver, the original communal system of "with the rich and powerful, *** destiny" has been transferred to capitalism under the "everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door". This is a kind of historical progress, or mankind's own regression! People love beauty, a person's external beauty is a sculpture, is characterized by works of art. Some people care too much about the value of this short-lived meteor-like, smearing powder. Time is long, the years do not spare people. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "people grow old", I can hardly imagine if there is no false appearance, what kind of natural human face? Only the beauty of the soul is eternal, is the most beautiful in the world, is the modern people should pursue. We shouldn't be too harsh to accuse people who love beauty, but we should celebrate the beauty of the soul even more. Since mankind knows how to use decorations to deflate themselves, some people have begun to indifferent to the modification of the mind. In the neon-flashing downtown streets, there are fairy-like girls to the handicapped to point out the guidance, there are also dashing suave "gentleman" to the handicapped to play ridicule. Anyone with a normal mind would praise the former, but how many "heroes" would stand up to stop the latter? Yes, we should not ignore the forces of justice in a very small part of our society. The People's Liberation Army (PLA) swore to die defending the country, and an ordinary college student drowned in the water for an old man. Maybe his (her) contribution is small, but his (her) life is perfect, who can say he (she) is not the most beautiful on earth? Humans want to beautify their homes, human desire for their own delicate, but should not go to the extreme, too much attention to the beauty of the face and ignore the beauty of the soul - the eternal theme of the times. Soul is a symbol of human nobility, the history of mankind is always moving forward, is because people always have a head that can not be lowered, do not give in to the forces of evil. When the window of one's soul is full of leaves, covered with dirt, spots and even tumors, it is really terrible. Let's use our own insightful eyes to scrutinize from time to time, and use a pair of loving hands to build a beautiful home, as well as to modify the external beauty of people. Coconut groves soughing, this is the call of nature; white pigeons straight into the sky, transmitting the message of peace. No smoke, no mist. There is silence. A red sun rises in the darkness of the night, a crystal of love. The beauty of the heart, there is always - that day, our eternal pursuit!
5. Write a 500-word essay on the topic of beautyOrdinary is also a kind of beauty
The beauty is everywhere, but it depends on whether you will find it.
The calm surface of the lake, like a mirror, quietly laid, as if the time also stays, to appreciate the beauty of this moment of calm; it is not the sea's majestic and brave, proud of the world's momentum, but it still has its ordinary riffles, give you the enjoyment of beauty, it will make you calm, no noise and secular disturbances, as if the world is left with only you and it.
In the metropolis of the habitual life we may produce visual fatigue, all day long to see the skyscrapers, cell phones and computers, every day to shuttle between home and school, a semester down, I feel really tired ......
Previously, I saw in some books, in the big city for a long time in the life of people, like in their own vacation time to the countryside, the countryside, and the countryside. I like to go to the countryside to live for a while during my vacation, to really get close to nature, to feel the beauty of nature, and to experience the surprises that nature brings to people. So I decided to take my sister to my second aunt's house in the countryside for a while during this vacation, so that she can also get close to nature. All the way I was listening to MP3, because some time ago in order to meet the final exams I spent every day in the busy study, which makes just a relaxation I can not help but feel write fatigue. So I listened to some music to make me feel relaxed, but I realized that my sister had been looking out of the window. When I turned my head to look out the window too, I realized that it was really beautiful outside. The warmth of the sun shone down on all the creatures on the ground. The world had changed to a new color, a color that I had rarely seen before. I couldn't help but be captivated by the beautiful painting. I gently take off the headphones, with the heart to feel this usually rare painting ......
We stayed in my second aunt's house for several days, every day I took my sister to a different place, the sky here is very beautiful, sitting on the ground during the day to see a cloud floating in the air, and at night to see the countless stars twinkling, which makes me can not help but think of the counting stars when I was a child. That day I took her to the side of the creek, looking at the flowing river, my sister said it was a swimming fish. I laughed and thought, "How can that be a swimming fish? Where could there be a fish that big and transparent? But after a while, I thought, yes, why couldn't that be a swimming fish? Everything in this world can be whatever you visualize it to be! Such a beautiful and clear river does look like a fish. My sister also kept poking the water back and forth with her hand, saying that she wanted to touch the fish's body. Look at her hand in that keep swinging around, I can not help but also squat down, learn from my sister's way, back and forth dial water, and then we also get the water to each other, each other are very happy.
In the second aunt's home to live a long time, but also to the time to go home, my sister and I embarked on the road home. In the car, echoing the life of these days, my sister must have found so many beautiful things, she thinks everything is beautiful, while I was guided by her to realize that nature is so beautiful. Rodin said right, the world is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of eyes now.
2, appreciation is also a kind of beauty
Do you have your own appreciation of people appreciate the heart of the appreciator of the sunset, dewdrops and flowers blooming year-round; Mo view of the icy heart of the city of the four seas are exhausted, the mountains are barren. I think you will choose the appreciator I am also.
In this short elementary school life, made so many friends, I appreciate. They have their own style, which I admire. One example is Zhou Juhang.
One day last week, the teacher sent us an exam paper home to write. Just sent down, I quickly skimmed over, the last question let me sleepy it requires us to give any one of the classmate portrait of this portrait of the two words with quotation marks to indicate to write on the appearance of the statue of the characteristics of the writing below , I think; who to write it, I looked around the surrounding classmates, there is not a girl better to write, but there is a male student is quite good to write, but then thought; no, write the words of boys, the other students will definitely say that the class But then I thought, "No, if I write about a boy, the other students in my class will surely say something. So, I can't write about a boy, so who should I write about? I racked my brain but couldn't think of anything. In the end, I just didn't think about it. Then, look at other students how to write
The next day, the language teacher to talk about this exam paper, I picked up this exam paper, our classmates took advantage of the morning reading class up to discuss, see Ya Wen, Chen Xin. Ai Yina, Zhou Juhang, there to discuss what, but also squeeze in to see. They were studying the answers. I grabbed Zhou Juhang's exam paper. After looking at it, it looked like it was written for boys, so I said bluntly; Zhou Juhang, did you write for boys. She didn't beat around the bush and said brashly; yes. I was stunned, she actually wrote boys, our classmates must be talking about this and that, Zhou Juhang, I'm really worried about you, but also admire your courage. When the teacher came to this question, Zhou Juhang put their hands on the answer to the teacher to tell the whole story, that clear and loud voice, that reveals the true feelings of the eyes, so that my admiration, appreciation of the heart came to life. However, when she finished reading her answer, the students actually did not say anything, which is more I think the truth is more convincing than anything in the world, thank you, Zhou Juhang, you will always be my good classmate, good partner.
Appreciation is also a kind of beauty, beauty in the infinite knowledge to you, infinite happiness...
6. 6. Write an essay on the theme of "beauty"Everything in the world is beautiful, spring grass and spring swallows; summer green trees and butterflies; fall fruit and geese; winter snow and sparrows.
It's all so beautiful. I don't know who said, "The world does not lack beauty, but lacks the eyes to discover it."
Life is beautiful, mother's love is even more beautiful. When I was a child, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman, long and black and with a light fragrance of unknown hair, clean face set with a pair of watery eyes, cheeks usually red.
In the summer night sky, my mother likes to take a chair to sit in front of the house that is extremely cool place, and I, like to lean back in my mother's arms, quietly listening to my mother tell the story of the cowherd and the weaver's beautiful story, the breeze came, my mother's hair wafted out of the light fragrance. Mother with her satin hand gently touched me, so that I will soon be able to go to sleep.
Time flies, and I've grown from a little girl to a big girl, and my mother? A chance opportunity, I sit with my mother, I do not dare to look directly at my mother, but because of the light and the eyes of the refractive imaging in the remaining afterglow or let me see my mother's roots such as silver wire white hair, that crow's feet seem to have a few more, and hands, has grown a lot of calluses, the village said that I am becoming more and more like my mother, and my mother is becoming more and more like the grandma, become ugly, become old. My tears welled up, thinking back to these ten years, my mother's contribution to me.
Time and again when I was sick, there was a thin shadow moving in the rugged mountain road, it was you! Mother, you are braving the scorching sun to carry me to the hospital. I got well, but you had a heat stroke; stepping on that snow, who is that familiar figure? I know it is you, my mother.
When the raindrops kissed me and washed me away, it was my mother's thin coat that held up a sunny day for me, and my mother's haggard face after the rain was still so profound. I do not dare to walk at night, in the face of that black as the devil's path, I looked and sighed, stayed, I'm afraid of the dark, the darkness of the night in my see like my father looking for me to talk to the same, make me tremble.
I was so helpless that I actually left tears. Suddenly, a light flashed in the distance, gradually getting brighter and brighter.
All of a sudden, a familiar figure appeared in front of me. I'm sorry, but I don't know what I'm talking about! I have not done anything to you in these years, and even sometimes yell at you, and you, for more than ten years as one day, still so hurt me, love me, take care of me, and take care of me in every way! I feel guilty! Mother, you use your love to create a song of love that is surprisingly beautiful! The beauty of mother's love, she is beautiful eternal, pure, sincere, mother's love is the most beautiful .......
7. to the beauty of the topic, write a topic essay 550 wordsThe past time no longer exists, but, leaving me the most, is the memory of the time.
I have fantasized about turning back the clock, but I can not do it after all, so, in my heart,
The past life left me only beautiful memories ......
Memories of spring, the season of birds and flowers. We let out a song and walked on the field path.
Spring trips are most attractive to children, yet frying and cooking, running and playing,
is even more enjoyable. We sat under a tree and looked at the sky. The sky was blue, and under the blue sky,
The branches of the tree had sprouted buds, and I could see them growing, bathing in the spring sunshine.
That shoots, is not exactly the vigor of us?
I recall the summer, full of new green season.
I recall the summer, the season of fresh green. In that little garden that belonged to me,
there were countless small flowers and grasses growing. The grass was shiny green, and the flowers were even more colorful!
Sporadic flowers scattered in the garden, they are not as delicate as peonies, and not as fragrant as jasmine,
but they are still so touching, beautiful and lovely. In the distance, a yellow dot flew, close, closer!
Oh, it was a bee, very, very small. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar.
When it left, the pollen went with it, accompanying the bee and settling around.
Isn't that bee our hard-working gardener?
I recall the fall, with its harvest season.
I remember the fall, the season of harvest. The fields were full of golden color, undulating with the wind,
like a wave of tumbling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears hang all over the branches, is so watery, calling people mouth-watering.
Bite a bite, the flow of incense overflowing, called people can not forget for a long time. On campus, we chattered incessantly,
A summer vacation without seeing each other, each other can not help but miss.
We learned a lot of things in the summer vacation, that knowledge,
is not exactly our harvest?
I recall the winter, the season of warmth.
I recall the winter season, full of warmth. The leaves have fallen out, but also occasionally see birds singing in the trees;
Although the grass has been yellow, but it will grow again next year; New Year's Day, although the cold wind is still stinging,
But a New Year's greeting card is full of warmth everywhere.
It is hosting a friendship of students, a sincere, that blessing, is not that long warm?
I recall the past, but also look forward to the future of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Let them be full of birdsong, full of new green,
destined to harvest, overflowing with warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
8. Write an article of at least 500 words on the topic of "Ah, it's beautiful".Ah, it's beautiful The tasseled flowers are falling, but the dance of the most beautiful colors of life. At noon, the tasseled flowers in the mid-summer heat drooped, the leaves rolled, and I walked drearily on the road covered with tasseled flowers. In the afternoon the grades were to be issued, and I knew it must be another blow and defeat, and could not help but stamp angrily on the ground with my feet, which was full of alstroemeria, so proud and proud, holding their heads up, waiting for someone to praise them. But I have no shame to step on them viciously, staring at the ground full of tasseled flowers, said: "falling is your failure, you are no longer beautiful, only to be trampled." The flowers are speechless, just quietly lying on the ground, but I left a mess behind. Facing the teacher's thousand sighs, holding a test paper that makes me lift my head. I wandered alone under a tree. When I looked up, I saw a tree of horsehair flowers shaking down. They fall without sorrow, without lamentation or sadness. They are dancing and singing! They are enjoying their own beauty. The reddish filaments of the flowers are like a *** in full costume, singing the last moment of life's beautiful music. Sunlight through the treetops, slipping down on the branches of the flowers, the branches of the tasseled flowers seem to become a colorful spotlight on the stage, with a sound of birds, a burst of cicadas, these flowers gracefully and calmly dance, spinning, flying. This is what a beautiful dance, what a moving stage play. Ah, it's beautiful! A curtain fell, they have been lying quietly on the ground, this is still once I mocked the failure? No, this is the greatest success, only give up is the real failure; only self-depreciation is the real failure. The falling horse flower, even before the end of life, but also do not forget to bloom the most beautiful dance, this is not where the confidence? Even in the lowest point of life, I should be like a tree falling tasseled flowers, believe that I will be able to dance their most beautiful colors. Thinking of this, I hold tightly in the hands of the test paper, in the midsummer sunshine, stepping on the ground pale red tasseled flowers, toward the front bravely walk ------ The branches of the tasseled flowers reflect the sun, dancing against the wind, ah, really beautiful.
9. essay on the topic of beautyThe beauty of the four seasons (middle school essay 500 words)
The most beautiful thing about spring is the dawn. The gradually whitening sky on the East Mountain, stained with a slight reddish hue, floating a few red and purple color clouds.
Summer is the most beautiful night. The silvery moonlit night is certainly beautiful. The darkness of the dark night, there are also countless fireflies fluttering. Even if it is a drizzly night, there are one or two fireflies, flickering with the hazy light in the fly. This scene is really fascinating.
The most beautiful thing about fall is dusk. When the sun shines on the western mountains, the touching thing is a few returning crows, hastily flying towards the nest. What's more, there are the flocks of geese, flying farther and farther away and smaller and smaller in the high sky. The sun is sinking, the night is falling, the wind, the sound of insects also sounds refreshing.
The most beautiful thing about winter is the morning. Needless to say, when the snowfall, it is the morning of the silver frost is also very beautiful; even if there is no snow, no frost, the cold air of the bitterly cold morning, but also rush to build a charcoal fire, through the corridor, sent to each house. The mood was so harmonious with the cold winter morning! Only by midday, the cold subsides, the temperature warms up, the fire pot in the fire coals into a pile of white ash, inevitably a little disappointing.