The scenery in my heart is like a clear spring, which makes my heart soak in the hot spring of knowledge. You are like the sun hanging on the horizon, illuminating my heart. Like a wise man, you taught me a lot of knowledge. Book-you will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
When I was a child, I liked fairy tales. I always pester my mother to tell me fairy tales every day. Those stories with different contents attracted my young mind. I often worry about what happened to the protagonists, and I am also excited about their final victory. What happened to the ugly duckling in The Ugly Duckling made me feel very sympathetic and oppressed by the people. After I read that the ugly duckling turned into a white swan, I felt that only after suffering would there be a beautiful world. Besides, from the frog in the well, I understand that we should take a long-term view. From the nightingale, I understand that I should be ready to help others; From the fisherman's story, I learned not to be greedy. Books are always the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
When I was older, I began to read some famous stories. What impressed me most was Helen. Keller wrote "If you give me three days of light", a strong and persistent girl. Although God made her blind, deaf and dumb, she is still strong in speaking, studying and writing, and has written immortal works, which set an example for the world, that is, she will never be discouraged and will succeed as long as she persists. Li Bai's positive attitude; Lu Xun's honesty and courage to tell the truth; Lei Feng is helping others ... These famous stories at all times and all over the world have deeply influenced me. Books are always the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Nowadays, I prefer to travel between Chinese and foreign masterpieces and read foreign life in different regions with the author's narration. My favorite is Journey to the West. The Monkey King's miraculous powers, Tang Priest's nonsense, Pig Bajie's laziness and Friar Sand's indecision are all shown.
It vividly reflects the people's desire to get rid of personal shackles and demand freedom, and also shows that to succeed, we must unite as one and not be afraid of difficulties. Other famous characters also fascinate me. Such as: Li Kui jy's bravery; porco Chajin's unremitting self-improvement ... Books-will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
I have traveled all over Qian Shan and seen many places of interest, but the most beautiful scenery is books. It is books that broaden my knowledge and horizons. Books are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Sha Hengyi, a junior one student in Binzhou No.3 Middle School, Shandong Province
Landscape related content in my heart: a person's five senses. In my opinion, a person has five senses anytime and anywhere. They live in people's faces, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages. The position of the nose is unique. He is located in the center of his face and has a mouth, eyes and eyebrows to protect him 24 hours a day. However, from another perspective, the nose can also be risky. ...
Association of Green Leaves Association of Green Leaves Next to every bright and dazzling red flower, there are always several silently dedicated green leaves that selflessly set off and assist them, making them more beautiful and dazzling. I love nature, its green and fresh.
Compared with the graceful willows, tall and straight pine trees and fragrant osmanthus trees in front of grandma's house, I think the poplar trees in front of grandma's house are more worthy of my appreciation. Spring has come, the trees are full of tender babies, and the spring rain is pouring down, and they are desperately sucking.
Looking at the layers of withered petals in the flower bed, the waist that danced for a spring has already stopped, leaving only the residual red wind blowing gently through the flowers, leaving a shallow fragrance, a bright smile stuck in the flower corner, and the rain on the petals seems to indicate that the flowers cherish spring and autumn.
Tears.
Snow, my friend, I like winter snow, its color, its fragrance and the way it flies. It's my friend. That day, I was walking in the street, and a few drops of cool things fell on my hands. I thought it was raining, but why is it so cold? Look at the sky, white snowflakes are falling, and it's snowing.
Mother's hands I have a pair of hardworking hands. Whenever I hear this song, I always think of my mother's hand. Mom's hands are hardworking hands. My mother is over thirty this year, and she does all the housework. Every morning, my mother is always the first to get up, make breakfast and wash clothes, and everything goes on in an orderly way.
Not only looking forward to September, the cold wind is biting, most trees have fallen leaves and look bare, only a few sparse trees are still standing. But in terms of flowers, daffodils are definitely fighting for a leading position. In my hometown, nothing is more important than the memory of daffodils. Its appearance is undeniable, just like a slim figure wearing a white tulle skirt with a yellow edge. ...
My little rabbit My family has a cute and greedy little rabbit, which was bought by the school when it organized a spring outing. He was still very young at that time. Bunny has long white rabbit ears, which makes people feel very slippery. The rabbit runs, and its ears are wobbly, which really makes people want to pull its ears. Rabbits also have two ruby eyes. ...
Composition 2: "Beautiful scenery in my heart" 700 words beautiful scenery in my heart
Everyone has a roll of the most beautiful scenery in his heart.
Remember that the heart is so difficult, as if it is integrated into the blood, infiltrated into the breath, with the heartbeat. Give your soul a powerful shock every time.
This beautiful scenery exists in our hearts, but we seem to live in it. Thus, this landscape has become the background of our life.
That morning, it was still dark as night, but I was awakened by the cool wind blowing outside the window. "nasty wind." I thought and pulled the blanket over. "Duke Zhou, I came to see you again." Then he closed his eyes. But the gust of wind seemed to have a hard time with me, hovering over me like a whirlwind, and suddenly he came in through one or two cracks and gave me a warm hug. I sat up like an electric shock. "It seems that no one can sleep this morning." I have no choice but to get dressed and get ready to go out. Maybe I can have a good sleep when I am tired.
As soon as I went out, a cold air came on my face and I sneezed several times in a row. "It's really cold." I muttered under my breath. There is nothing in the street except a few cars that occasionally fly by. Maybe they are hiding in the quilt because of the cold. Suddenly I felt that the wind around me was getting colder and colder, and I began to walk home. How warm it is to sit in front of the electric heater! I can't help but stand up. The gate is just in front of us, and the four big characters look so kind and warm. Suddenly, a sound of sweeping the floor came to my ears. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be the old lady who cleaned up the garbage. He was so weak in the strong wind that I could clearly see his red hands and face even at a distance. The clothes I was holding were blown away by the strong wind. That layer of clothes may be much thinner than my waist. It's too cold to play on the third floor of my room. Isn't he cold? That's weird. I stood at the door and looked over there. Suddenly I took a big broom and carefully cleaned the garbage on the ground. The places she went to were clean, but there was so much garbage in such a big place that it not only took her a little time, but also made the ground clean as if it had never been polluted. It's not like we dragged ourselves out for a long time, and then the wind blew us back in two or three minutes. The garbage on the ground moved, probably by the wind. How can we be meticulous and energetic?
Isn't this the most beautiful scenery in my heart?
Composition 3: "The scenery that never dies in my heart" The 900-word black wire divides the twinkling sky. Large lead-gray clouds float freely. A cloud of ink instantly fainted and swallowed the whole sky. The wind swaying branches, messy and invisible; Rain washes away the floating dust and comes quietly.
"The sky is blue and foggy, I'm waiting for you ..." The destination of rain is cirrus clouds, and my destination is grandpa, the smiling face that will never change, and the soul that will never leave.
Flowers bloom all over the sky. In October of that year, the relentless wind messed up the petals all over the branches, dropped a stamen and entered the pool mercilessly. Constant * * * sound, it is the disease that afflicts grandpa again! I held grandpa's hand tightly, but he didn't realize it. When I threw myself into his arms again as usual, I couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness. Bitter tears dripped on his chest and soaked his skirt. However, he didn't cry, he died, he died. Who abandoned who hurried away alone, and who left who blurred eyes? There is nothing in the sky, why give me comfort?
In a blink of an eye, in the glitz, the eternal scenery in my heart still emerges. Suddenly looking back, the man stumbled towards me in the dim light, and he was near. ...
I still remember that grandpa always smokes under the eaves, and the white smoke in his mouth is a signal that he wants his granddaughter to go home. If he hasn't seen it, how can he know that Grandpa is still sitting on the stone bench in rainy days? Yes, the rain slides down the roof and walls. The rain is grandpa's voice. From a distance, in the misty rain, under the dark green eaves, an old man remained indifferent. It is a quiet and beautiful picture and an eternal scenery in my heart.
Grandpa's smile blooms naturally. It's a smile when he comes home and hears his granddaughter call him "Grandpa". It's a simple smile when he sees her sensible. Pleasant and comfortable, but I haven't heard of it yet. ...
Another year of Qingming, the drizzle, is an affectionate silk thread, which is gently sprinkled by heaven. On the gravel road leading to grandpa's grave, the black umbrella passes through the forest, and my thoughts about grandpa are getting deeper and deeper. Near, near, the grave seems to appear in the center of the landscape, which will never disappear. In the dim light, grandpa was smoking a cigarette and spitting a mass of smoke. Under the blue curtain, it was a signal to his granddaughter ... Grandpa, I know, isn't this to see you?
Grandpa, the age when the storm in my heart can't be contained has passed, but I can't forget the time when I hid in your arms and cried-I let my emotions surge out and let you caress me gently ... Now, when I grow up, my reason and feelings collide in my mind and wipe my tears. Don't worry, I'm no longer a timid soldier. I just want to ring the bell before I go into battle. "There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will search for it." Please rest assured that I will fight bravely and fight.
Sweep the skirt and sweep away the deep attachment; Singing a heart song can't sing endless thoughts. Goodbye, grandpa, I am outside, you are inside, you are my soul, the eternal scenery in my heart.
Composition 4: "Composition: the scenery in my heart" 300 words I close my eyes and look for beautiful fragments in my memory, oh! I found it.
Zhaojun is out of the fortress? ? Xiaohe composition network
She went out of the Purple Palace into the desert, leaving her alone until dusk. A peerless woman named Zhao Jun gave up Chang 'an, where green willows lined the river and colorful clouds fluttered, gave up the gorgeous harem of singing and dancing life, shouldered the heavy responsibility of maintaining peace, and exchanged her life for the stability of the Han people, propping up half the sky of the Han dynasty.
Suwu shepherd
In Hu Side, the geese break the sky, and the sheep return to the grass. "The desert is windy, and the bloody sun sets off a great figure-Su Wu, the British minister who undertakes the national mission with loyalty, resolutely chose the national justice between wealth and national justice.
Man Jiang Hong
Stay back, clean up the mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. Wu Mu is thoughtful, patriotic generals, you fought bloody battles on the battlefield and vowed to attack the battlefield of the nomads from the army. Are you like Jia Xuan' dream back to the corner'?
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I keep this sad scenery in my heart.
The spirit of people who play the national righteousness will remain in people's hearts forever.
Composition 5: "Scenery in My Heart" 400 words Scenery in My Heart
What is the scenery? Is it a tree in two streets, a gorgeous flower, or the beauty and warmth contained in this world? Lens 1:
A cool breeze blows gently. Occasionally, the rain draws a beautiful arc on the face. Above the canopy, the clouds have already invaded, and the naughty blue sky opened the dark clouds and rushed at me. I am warm and confident on my mother's shoulder.
Mother's mouth slightly rises, which is a beautiful scenic line. I said naughtily, what if I don't do well in the exam? Mother turned her head and gave me a smile: I believe my baby daughter can do it! Mom's mouth slightly rises, which is a beautiful landscape!
Lens 2:
The night is already deep, and the stars are shining in the black and blue sky. Just after the evening self-study, we shuttled through the dark road with our schoolbags on our backs, and our dim eyes were full of fatigue. An old man at the corner of the lane is still collecting roadside stalls. When the students rode their bicycles into the alley, a lamp lit up the road ahead. Looking back, it turned out that Grandpa was holding a lamp to illuminate the dark road ahead. The light in the alley, the light at night, warms the hearts of children.
Grandpa's mouth slightly rises, which is a caring landscape!
In fact, there are landscapes all over the world. When you have your own observation eyes, the beautiful scenery will be deeply imprinted in your heart!
Zhou Hu Middle School Grade Three: Pink Dream Butterfly Clothes
Composition 6: "The scenery in my heart" The scenery in my heart in 700 words
My heart is full of camellia, red and enchanting, white and elegant, pink and delicate, blooming brilliantly in the sun, and suddenly it has become the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Early spring has arrived, the sunshine outside has warmed all the love, and everything seems quiet and beautiful. However, the upcoming senior high school entrance examination makes my heart restless and I am not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the vernal equinox. In the face of rounds of review plans, I can't help but become at a loss. I asked my mother, "What should I do? The third naive tired, has lost the courage to go forward. " My mother listened to me and just said, "Come, I'll show you the scenery in the park." I frowned. I just wanted to refuse, but when I saw the expectation in my mother's eyes, I nodded and agreed.
The scenery in the park is really beautiful. I followed my mother's footsteps to a camellia, and my eyes were attracted by this camellia. Camellia of various colors reflect each other, red enchanting, white elegant, pink tender, pink camellias mixed among them, blooming brilliantly in the sun, attracting the favor of butterflies. Camellia leaves are dark green, which reflects the delicate and charming of the flower itself. The petiole is short and thick, and the camellia is not tall, but it is particularly eye-catching. I can't help but sigh: "This camellia is really beautiful!" My mother gave me a meaningful look and said slowly, "yes, this camellia is really beautiful." Although I know that I will wither one day, I still go all out to show people my beauty. Because of this, you can enjoy such beautiful camellias. As for you, you will lose the courage to show yourself because you are afraid that the senior high school entrance examination will be too hard and tired. Wouldn't it be better to make camellia? People's lives will wither one day, and the perfection of life depends on their own creation. "
After listening to my mother's words, I was shocked and my heart was suddenly enlightened. Looking at the blooming camellia in front of me, my heart is rippling. Camellia won't refuse to bloom for fear of withering, and I won't refuse to show my chance for fear of the hardships brought by the senior high school entrance examination. Thought of here, I raised a smile, and my heart was no longer confused.
Mom said, "Come on, it's time to go home and review." I nodded, and finally took a look at the dense camellia, red enchanting, white elegant, delicate powder, attracting the favor of Midspring, splashing and blooming in the unrestrained and enthusiastic sunshine. This dazzling camellia accidentally walked into my heart and became the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Composition 7: "The scenery left in my heart" 800 words of scenery left in my heart.
There is always a brown swing chair by the lake in the park. In spring, willow branches will climb up her chain rope. In summer, dense leaves completely cover it in the shadow. There is always such a little boy on this swing chair. He is catching some red pigtails. In the afterglow of the sunset, he hummed leisurely and swung on the swing, thus sending away the Spring and Autumn with the beautiful sunset.
What a beautiful picture, Camo. Father pressed the shutter. Thus, a picture of swinging became the epitome of my childhood.
Dad, is this me? I once again pointed to the happy little boy in the photo, no, it was his immature back. Oh, of course it's you! How happy you were at that time. Dad looked at me meaningfully. Yes, how happy should I be then? Countless happy smiling faces appeared in front of me. I just look at this photo, and my thoughts have already flown back to that era without a trace of trouble.
Swing, tree shadow, sunset, little boy. How to combine them is a very harmonious and unforgettable scenery. I feel that he spent a wonderful childhood with me and became a problem child. So, I got off the swing and gradually got away from these childhood friends and grew up step by step. You don't feel that way when you swing! Sitting comfortably in the chair, my parents pushed hard behind. I am like a bird about to spread its wings and fly, experiencing the distant taste when the swing jumps into the air. The warm wind blew in my ear, and I took a breath of fresh air in mid-air and then swung back to the ground on the swing. I feel a stabbing pain in my heart. In this way, swinging up and down, I can't say how happy and comfortable I am. When I grow up, I finally understand that growth is not as beautiful as I imagined, and it has countless troubles and worries. I began to envy the little boy in the photo. I dare not admit that this is my childhood, because his carefree is beyond my reach now. How I want to throw away the thick books, my mother's nagging and be that happy little boy again!
It's another summer, and I remember how long I haven't been to the park in a trance, and my legs can't help moving to that place. By the lake in the park, nothing seems to have changed in the brown swing chair. However, there was a thick layer of ash on the chair and the chain rusted a lot. When I left, I stopped not far from the swing. Turning around and looking up, I seemed to see a little boy sitting on that swing, humming nursery rhymes and swinging up and down. It turns out that my back has been so deeply fixed in my heart and has become a scenery that will never die!
Oh, my wonderful childhood!
Composition 8: "Eternal scenery in my heart" 700 words Eternal scenery in my heart
Blow off the dust of acacia, but blow off the wrinkles. I traveled all over the world before I set foot on my way home. Catch up with the wandering people, but not with the wandering soul. I shed all the tears in the world before I remembered that simple smile.
Through the tears in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I clearly saw the man's smile again. That smile has always appeared in my mind, teaching me how to face life with a smile.
Grandpa's old house is thick lips, kissing everyone in the house warmly. There is a dense forest in front of the door, and there are hardworking butterflies in the forest.
One day, Lu Yu gave birth to a pupa, and the butterfly was afraid that it could not escape the bondage of the pupa, so it helped it to cut open the thick cocoon. However, the butterfly became a flying moth. I can't help but feel a little lost.
Grandpa said that flapping wings is a butterfly's happy smile, and smile is the butterfly's dancing life. Only by trying to break the pupa and press the liquid into her wings can she fly with a smile.
Looking at grandpa's kind smile, I nodded.
There are some things that we didn't understand when we were young, but if we do, we are no longer young. At a moment when I kept working hard and burst into tears, I suddenly understood the true meaning of life.
Grandpa likes to taste tea. Make a pot of tea as soon as you wake up in the morning. When you are sad, the tea leaves stretch your muscles and bones, as happy as fish returning to the water when they see hot water, and float and sink in boiling hot water.
The smell of tea is pervasive. Sometimes I will take a sip and taste the sweetness after suffering. The faint scent of tea is refreshing and refreshing.
Grandpa smiled at my tea sample and said, "The stretching of tea is the smile of tea." Sometimes life is like this tea, showing a true and simple smile in the boiling water bath, and leaving the fragrance in the world with a smile at the last moment of life. "
Grandpa's life is like this tea, quiet and simple. Later, grandpa became a village cadre, and I fell asleep day and night with my abacus. Grandma said grandpa was settling accounts again.
Because he was so tired, grandpa finally fell ill and had a stroke. Grandpa shook my hand and smiled. He couldn't speak at that time, but I seemed to see something from that smile. It was a smile with no regrets about life.
Although grandpa passed away, her smile has always made me unforgettable and has become an eternal landscape in my heart.
Composition 9: "The most beautiful scenery in my heart" 700 words The most beautiful scenery in my heart
In my heart, there has always been a beautiful scenery. This is not an interesting place, nor is it a charming park. Just a beautiful grandmother, but her simple clothes, amiable words and simple actions left a long impression on me.
It was a late autumn with a cold wind howling. My mother is cooking my favorite ribs in the kitchen. Scents wafted into my room. Just then, a loud cry interrupted my enjoyment: "Little, there are no onions in the refrigerator. To buy some, just exercise! " "Reluctantly, I put down my pen, hurriedly took 50 yuan from the piggy bank and went straight to the door." Ah! Why is it so cold? "I glanced at the sky. The cold wind blew on my face like the tip of a knife, so I had to shrink my head back.
Few people came to the vegetable market. I'm afraid I'm scared by the cold wind! I looked around for the onion seller. Ha! God help me too! There is an old woman selling onions by the roadside. I rushed over, bought 5 yuan of onions and left in a hurry. When I got home, I panted and gave them to my mother, ready to do my homework. At this time, my mother casually asked, "What about the change?" I was stunned and hurriedly went to touch the pocket. "ah!" As soon as I patted the back of my head, my face changed and I shouted, "I must have left it there when I was selling onions!" " "I started running.
At this time, the wind was even stronger, so I covered my ears and went straight to the food market. Everyone in the food market has almost left. It's very quiet. I quickly looked around and saw a thin but short figure clutching the money in his hand and looking around. she
The figure seems to be blown down at any time in the cold wind, but it is still firm. I just found out that it turned out to be an old woman selling onions. She laughed and said to me, "little friend, you ran too fast just now and didn't find any money!" " She handed me 45 yuan with a pair of frozen red hands. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm relieved now. You should go home soon, too It's too cold. Don't freeze. " I saw that her onions had been put away, and she was obviously waiting for me!
I was very moved to see her disappearing back. The figure of her standing in the cold wind for someone else's 45 yuan is still in my heart and has become a beautiful scenery.
The most beautiful scenery in my heart
I have seen many beautiful scenery, such as the majestic Mount Tai, the magnificent sea, the bustling Nanjing Street and the vast Inner Mongolia prairie ... which are not the most beautiful in my eyes. However, there is an ordinary wall that is deeply engraved in my heart and is the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
This wall is located at the entrance of my living room. It's not too big, but it records the life of our family of three. It can be said that this wall is a series, and the characters inside are mom and dad and me. The ups and downs make the plot vivid and wonderful!
Look, this is my parents' wedding anniversary photo. That handsome young man is my father, and that beautiful girl with a smile in a wedding dress is my mother. They snuggled up sweetly. This photo is the starting point of happiness, and then my children are bathed in sunshine and grow up happily.
Yo! This lovely baby is smiling at you! Look at him staggering like a penguin. I'm not afraid of your jokes. That photo is my second anniversary photo.
You see, in this photo, three of us are standing on the summit of Lushan Mountain, and the mountains are shrouded in mist. Everything on the mountain is like a layer of white gauze, looming. This is a shot of our happy trip.
I 10 years old! This photo records the warmest moment. Dad is a gentleman in a suit, but he is not as handsome as before. My mother is dressed like Snow White, and her skirt is fluttering. Although she is no longer so young, her eyes are more calm and calm. I'm standing in the middle. There are 10 candles on the cake in front of me. I puffed up my cheeks and blew out the fire on the candle. ...
There are many photos on the wall, one by one, row by row, with different contents, but they confirm the same theme. This wall witnessed the happiness of our family and my growth. In my mind, it is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I will start from here and go to tomorrow.
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