In the day-to-day study, work or life, everyone has come into contact with the essay, right? The essay can be divided into narrative, expository, application essay and argumentative essay according to the genre. There are many things to consider when writing an essay, are you sure you can write it? The following is my help to organize the landscape as the topic of the essay, welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy.
In the downtown area, the moon is seldom seen, countless beautiful and prosperous neon lights and lighting to replace the bright, so that the moon is dull as a pill of gray.
Only in the quiet and cozy countryside, you can catch a glimpse of the moonlight. But the moon is beautiful in the city too!
Darkness falls, the moonlight sprinkles that jade-white brightness all over the earth, reflecting the jungle-like skyscrapers as beautiful as jade, and the moon quietly drills into the house, pouring through the windows, like a puddle of pearls sprinkled by the fairies, bright and dazzling, colorful, and like a layer of frost.
"Raise a cup to invite the moon, the shadow into three people" "all with the spirit of the fly, want to go up to the blue sky to catch the moon," the ancients of the moon to the moon to send how many beautiful emotions. The moon is a symbol of purity, a symbol of beauty. That silver white shiny silver plate, is so beautiful and lovely, crystal like pearl.
Walked from the park, the trees flashed under the sharp knife-like light, a low head, you will see the moon from the shade of the drilling down the shadow of the light, densely packed, bright and flickering, gathered and dispersed successively, a head up, the moon is a thousand miles. I walked forward, the moon also mischievous follow me, all of a sudden, silver-white moonlight flow in my body, so colorful!
The moon danced in the trees, drifting in the evening breeze, free. Moonlight flowing on the water, playing with the river, and accompanied by the sound of crashing water, the moon shot into the water, swimming under the water, like silver minnows, but also the stones under the water irradiated colorful, like jade, the moon, but also the flow of color.
The sky was as starry as a cloud of stars. I have never found this bright moon so beautiful, I will greedily enjoy the moon infinite beauty. As far as the eye can see, the moon looks like a fairy, graceful and elegant.
I am no longer attached to the busy neon lights, I suddenly saw, a moment, the moonlight sprinkled all over the beautiful city, the city of the moon, so that the skyscrapers beautiful, was dressed by the moonlight, soaked.
The landscape as the topic of essay 2
Li Shangyin has a poem said "the sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk", I admire his insight, can actually appreciate such a beautiful scenery. However, the hometown of the old couple in the sunset to help each other, is the world's most beautiful scenery.
In the past, I remember my childhood grandparents do not take each other bigger, each busy, I caught a few years, do not understand why, until today to understand.
In the past, I always stared blankly at the sunset, a tall and a short two figures. When eating, grandma always called grandpa to eat, grandpa always ignored, and then grandma got angry, I was always on the sidelines stealing joy.
Time flies, grandparents in each other do not take care of each other in a hurry.
A few years later, the grandparents are getting older and older, gray hair added a lot. I vaguely remember: grandparents are for the parents left behind the last wish, only to come together. From then on, the talkative and smiling grandmother followed the silent grandfather, decades have passed, they still every day to say nothing. However, since the grandfather fell ill, it has changed.
Grandpa's illness was incurable at the time, but no one gave up, especially Grandma. Every night, we took turns to look after, but I always saw my grandmother busy, looking after, sighing, in a daze. I was indescribably sad. Eventually, a miracle happened and Grandpa woke up.
In those days, I often saw my grandmother carrying the milk to my grandfather in the afterglow of the setting sun, and I couldn't tell which one was my grandfather and which one was my grandmother. "Drink it, don't let it get cold." Grandpa head sharply took the bowl from Grandma's hands and drank it in one gulp.
"The old man is a blessing in disguise", grandpa and grandma cherish each other at this moment in time, and their figures in the sunset are like ancient paintings from hundreds of years ago framed in that afterglow. This is the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my hometown!
The scenery is only because of the true feelings, only extraordinarily memorable!
Landscape as the topic of essay 3
Dark night like ink, through the purple gas, light like sprinkles, drunkenness attacked the influx of stupid; the sky green, overwhelming smoke and willow, like a thick ink and colorful brush scattered in the river and mountain drawings, the beauty of the depth of the heart. Drink a mouthful, see the fragrance of flowers is idle, drink a cup of wine, enjoy the sun like blood feel surprised, beautiful scenery in the heart, let yourself good.
The beautiful scenery into the eyes, the beautiful flow of their own heart. I am passionate about wandering between the beautiful scenery, between the process, let yourself good.
Quiet scene, quiet heart, quiet self. The dawn of the night quietly fell on the moon clouds and treetops. The stars are long and bright, scattered in the air, scattered, but also visible that silk clouds like a young girl's dress, hand-held heaven and earth across the nebulae. I walk alone in the countryside of the mountain road, only because of the scenery, let yourself beautiful. On the way to the road, the road seems to have a spirit in the free come and go, attracting you to stroll forward. From time to time, a short pause to listen carefully, the branches of the trees are getting bigger, the weeds are growing, not far from a vein of rustling sound also gradually into the heart of the room. Looking up and away, the sky-green street lamps and interlocking tree shadows dapple the boulevard. My original downtown in the restlessness and anxiety, enjoy the scenery, gradually return to calm, quiet into the heart, some of the original restlessness accompanied by the sound of cicadas slowly dissipated in the quiet night of the footsteps and the sound of breathing. The rain hit the top of the head, dripping into their own quiet heart, the sound of a little but more quiet scenery, enjoy the scenery of the millimeters, so that they are good.
Lie scene, Lie heart, Lie himself. The light of the setting sun in the river at the end of the reflection of the sunlight from the corner of the eye flashed, look, the sky is vast and boundless, are slowly dyed by the red and orange, full of blood and sun melting gold. Appreciate the scenery, see this magnificent, that because of the study of the oppression of the heart is also revitalized, embracing the sky and the earth, to meet the red bravado, face covered with fragments of sunshine, I stand here to appreciate the warmth of the scene, let yourself beautiful. The light of the evening sun is like a sword, separating black and white, cutting the sky into a road of gold, and then entwined with the river in the ripples. I often come here to open arms, embracing the beautiful scenery, shouting "the sun is like blood", is to make themselves beautiful.
Appreciate the scenery, see the red cherries, green bananas, see embracing the top of the mountain, the mountains and the water in one color, enjoy the scenery, let yourself good, I have drunk in the scenery, but also to pour into the feelings, will eventually add a few points of beauty in the heart. I appreciate the scenery, quiet and strong, all is to make themselves beautiful.
The landscape as the topic of essay 4
At the end of last month, my mom and dad and I came to the scenic Paradise Walled City, opened our Paradise Walled City tour.
We chose a farmhouse as our temporary resting place, and it felt very much like home. Put down the luggage, came to the small stream in front of the door. The water is crystal clear. Standing on the bridge, you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the stream. We took off our shoes and socks and walked into the stream. The water was so cool that it was as cool as stepping on ice in summer. Standing in the water, looking at the sun in the west, and then looking at the stream in the distance, the water also turned yellow, as if the color of the sun and the water melted together. We played in the water, to raise downhill, we reluctantly returned to the farmhouse, ready for tomorrow's trip.
The next morning, we carried dry food and water to start hiking. All along the way, there were thick green and verdant trees. The beautiful songs of birds could be heard everywhere.
In a short while, we heard the sound of running water, looking out a white silk ribbon from the mountain waist down. As we get closer, it looks like a thousand miles of Milky Way falling from the sky. As Li Bai said in his poem: "Flying straight down three thousand feet, suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days". Standing on the edge of the waterfall, the waterfall beat the rocks, splashing, just there or sunny, but here is a drizzle!
We continue to climb up, all the way up the mountain is full of strange peaks and rocks. We followed the path, step by step to the top of the mountain: the South Heavenly Gate. I looked back and looked down, the mountain at the foot, I seem to step on the clouds, a great glimpse of the mountains feeling. Dad stood on the highest rock, stretching out his hand, as if he could touch the blue sky. Then look back at our rugged path up the mountain, these are the time of the Liu Deng army step by step step step out, you can imagine that the Red Army is how hard ah!
We stayed on the mountain for a long time, really want to take the beauty of this mountain into the bag. The sun was sinking in the west and we had to take the cable car down the mountain.
Essay 5 on LandscapeI am a mountain boy. My hometown is a beautiful valley. I can hear the roar of the wind;2 it can also see the grandeur of the mountains;2 more can see the flow of the streams and the serene starry sky.
The forest winds seem to be a good friend, but they are a bit selfish and often make exciting noises when playful. But if you get used to listening. You will find that this is not the sound of the sea that usually do spokesman? A hard smashing on the rocks, the sea tumbling up and down in screaming waves. Therefore, it has always had a nice name: pine forest. Pine forest thou luck in general change: still just a gentle, hypnotic song melody, instantly let a person surprised by the roar. Sometimes naughty and annoying. Although I have never seen it, but you can see it at first glance from such a pine forest how it sounds!
In the valley, I often look up at the steep cliffs, one raised and one sunken. This is also interesting. Look at the top of the mountain, so high; so sharp. Like a hump. Is this mountain a big camel?
Life in the valley is not boring. The creek is one of my best friends. It is shallow and clear. The bottom of the stream is covered with pebbles of all kinds. It is these seemingly ordinary stones that make the stream sparkle in the sunlight. It meanders for thousands of miles like the Milky Way. Small fish and shrimp gather together and run after them contentedly. Tired, aren't the pebbles their bed? The stream is warm in winter and cool in summer. In the summer, it's refreshing to dip your feet into the water and have a cool rush come up. I often start at the gate, walk downstream to the headwaters, and then slide from upstream to downstream, enough to keep me entertained all morning! This creek brings me endless joy!
At night, I love a nasty night. I don't like the silence of the night, but I love the black fabric with the stars. The stars make the night look so beautiful. The moon is always behind the mountain tops. It's just the glory of one of my stars. Since then, I've had a small wish. It was the starry sky outside. To see the mysterious moon.
Now, I've never seen a more beautiful star than the one back home!
With the landscape as the topic of essay 6The most beautiful scenery, talking about this topic, say simple, indeed simple, say difficult, also difficult. I was ready to write down the real scenery in life, but I raised my pen to write down the most beautiful "scenery" in my heart!
In our ever-changing world, there are indeed many beautiful landscapes, and those winds are very beautiful, full of natural flavor, people thoroughly intoxicated in this beautiful scenery. But in my mind, the most beautiful scenery is not those who collect people to appreciate the scenery, but a thing!
It was a stormy morning, that day, as usual, I took the bus to school alone, I stood silently on the bus, eyes looking out the window, four words - pouring rain! The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in the car, I could still hear the wind roaring! Looking at the growing rain, I looked at the small umbrella in my hand, this is just a small umbrella, and it is still a sun umbrella ah! The Dragon Elementary School to the station, I have no way, slow down the bus, I really do not know how I can face this pouring rain, this slippery ground, the roar of the wind ......
I rushed to open the umbrella, the rain seems to have been drenched in the bag, the roadside cars coming and going, because the umbrella is small, so the wind is almost to be When I was lost, suddenly, a tall figure appeared. "Follow me!" I looked at this stranger, take a closer look, is the guard room of an uncle, he has been taking me away, although, time is so short, the distance is also so short to the school gate, I still look at the uncle of the "tall" figure, that the most beautiful back, it is the most beautiful scenery in my heart!
If time can go back to that moment, how I wish I could make up a thank you! Although it is just a small behavior, short words, short distance, but it is a great care! It is also the most beautiful scenery in my heart!
My hometown is in Ochishan, Nanyang, and there is a river nearby called the Qiantang River.
Today's weather is really good, blue sky, white clouds, golden autumn wind blowing all over the land. Dad and mom took me to the scenic Qiantang River. From afar, the Qiantang River looks like a spacer line, dividing Hangzhou and Xiaoshan.
Under the bright sunshine, the Qiantang River looks very spectacular. Waves of river water lapping against the reefs, the sound that comes out of it, like playing music to us, it's so beautiful! The breeze over the river, the river water sparkling ripples, like silk floating with the wind.
My father and I walked to the riverbank, put my hand into the water, the river is so . Cool, so comfortable, it feels like drinking ice water. I can't wait to take off my shoes, and dad two people play with the water, mom stood on the embankment for us in the photo. Suddenly, I suggested a race with my dad to see who could throw a stone farther. I picked up a small stone and threw it, thinking to myself: I must throw it farther than my dad. Who knows, my dad threw it casually, but it was much farther than mine. I was not convinced, and I continued to compete, but my dad still threw farther than me. Although I lost, but I still play very happy.
In the broad river, a few small fishing boats are fishing. The fishing boat is like a piece of light boat, traveling slowly. Just see the fisherman will pull the fishing net out of the river, not long to collect the fishing net, every time full of return. On the river stands the majestic bridge (Jiangdong Bridge), at night, the bridge lights up, it is really beautiful.
Every mid-August of the lunar calendar is called "the world's wonders" of the Qiantang River tide. Whenever I think back to see the tide of the Qiantang River that is like a million horses running the scene, I can not help but as the tide of excitement. The river will appear a white line, in an instant to form a white wall across the entire river, issued a "rumbling" sound, like countless soldiers in the shouting support, in a flash that the clamor of the tide will come to the far side of the rushing away.
I am really glad that there is such a beautiful Qiantang River near my hometown.
Essay on Landscape 8Landscape - in the mountains, turquoise mountain pines, glistening with dark green sharpness, picking out a rough melody. Stem chime stone creaking, rock crevice crevice, from time to time rolled down blocks of rock.
The roots of the pine, such as inserted into the heart of the earth, let the wind wither, ice withering, still standing proudly and unshrinkable. It is a monumental landscape.
Ancient people more than the pine is not old, today more than it is a spirit of permanence. The upright pines tell one story after another of immortality.
Li Bai - when the clouds, straight up thousands of feet, is the best portrayal of the pine.
The mountain red, in the green of the mountains colored red, the earth embellished, vibrant. Like a young girl's shy scarlet face, red lips, brightly colored, step into the mountains, as if falling into a dreamy love net.
The mountain red in the bloom between sublimation, in the splendor of fading. Perhaps this is a short-lived landscape.
And the flowers of the field are blooming in the splendor, containing the spirit of the mountains, containing the essence of the earth, harvesting in the splendor. Crazy in the voluptuousness, that is the sweat watered landscape.
So, there is a smile hanging on the branches, sweating fruit, the beauty of Beijiang - Wang Xin's song, the beauty of the town of Jiangnan as a picture, colorful girl as a flower, sung by dragonflies nodding their heads, drunkenness on the lotus leaves of the frogs open their mouths.
Thus, Wang Xin and Wang Xin's - Beijiang beauty, become the scenery that others appreciate.
On the square, the beautiful melody of Beijiangmei, the girl who sings and dances softly, stepping on the beautiful melody, dancing and fluttering, drunkenly blinking the starry sky, drunkenly stopping pedestrians. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the scenery, and then you'll be able to see what's going on.
In fact, life is also a landscape, there is the landscape of the wise, there is the landscape of the fool, there is the landscape of the great ambition if the fool. Some people stand on the high mesa to admire others, you are admiring others and being admired by others, this is the scenery in the landscape.
Hopefully - you will always be the scenery that others appreciate.
The scenery as the topic of essay 9
The sky is the limit where the scenery, as long as you patiently observe and experience, you will certainly find that in your familiar place there are also many bright scenery.
The young man envied the couple who lived in the forest park, thinking that they had fresh air, large cedar trees, bamboo forests, quiet forest paths, and the fragrance of birds and flowers. The couple, on the other hand, envied them for their city life, which was rich and interesting. Was it because there was no scenery in familiar places? The answer is no. The answer is no. The reason is that the couple did not observe and experience the scenery carefully, while the young people, as bystanders, have their own reasons for being "bystanders". And the couple is a little bit "in the blessing of the blessing" flavor.
In fact, as long as we pay attention to observe, we will find a lot of bright scenery in our familiar place. Take the elementary school I used to study in! This is a place I'm familiar with, she nursed me for six whole years. Let me from an ignorant child into a thoughtful teenager. I know my surroundings like the back of my hand. So some people would think that such a familiar place would be very difficult to find any scenery. But I don't think so. Due to the limitation of the site, early in the morning, you can find many old people in the village gathering at the playground for morning exercise. Some are running again, some are doing tai chi, and some are practicing calligraphy. It is not until the children come to school one after another that they reluctantly leave. Every morning these old people are not to this elementary school to add a bright landscape?
As long as you carefully observe and experience, in our familiar place will also find many beautiful scenery. For example: in our neighborhood food market, early in the morning every day you can hear the shouts of selling things and people bargaining, converging into a beautiful melody, which is also familiar with the scenery of the place ah! We must go to school every day from the path, the houses and trees on both sides of the road, but also for this path to add a scenic route, so that the path adds a lot of color.
The scenery from the familiar, as long as we go to observe, to experience, will find something.
The landscape as the topic of the essay 10
We are surrounded by landscapes everywhere, but not every landscape, are so beautiful.
This day, the weather is clear, wind and sunshine. Mom was busy cooking, let me go downstairs to take out the garbage. Just walked downstairs, across the street came a cleaner, about 50 years old, short stature. Just see her head down, hunched over rhythmically sweeping the garbage ...... She suddenly raised her head, only to see her thin face and a large mask formed a sharp contrast. Seeing the garbage in my hand, she greeted me with a smile, pulled open her large garbage bag, and I smoothly threw the garbage in. I had just turned around when a pretty tall girl came up behind me. She had long black hair, a white face, and big beautiful eyes looking left and right. Suddenly, there was a loud pop and a mouthful of phlegm came out of her tiny mouth. I have not yet come to my senses, she took out a melon to eat, walking while spitting out the melon shells. The people next to her to cast a contemptuous gaze, but she did not care, still walking as if no one else eating melon seeds, leaving a melon shells behind ......
At this time, the cleaner gently walked to the girl, whispered to the girl said: "Please do not spit melon shells on the ground, this is our own environment, the girl said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The ground, this is our own environment, need everyone *** with protection." But the girl didn't even raise her eyes and sneered at the cleaner in return, "Che, go away! You're just a janitor, you're supposed to sweep up the garbage I throw away." With that, she pushed the janitor away and walked off with a high hand. The janitor was unprepared and stumbled and almost fell to the ground when she pushed him. I froze for a moment, thinking: how could this beautiful girl do this? However, what surprised me even more was that the cleaner did not blame the girl, silently cleaned up the melon shells she threw down and pulled the garbage truck away.
The girl's figure disappeared in my field of vision, while the cleaner's figure is getting clearer and clearer in my field of vision ...... in my heart, this is the really beautiful scenery.
The landscape as the topic of essay 11
Beauty, haunting the earth, with a good eye for discovery to pay attention to life, you will sigh - where on earth there is no scenery.
Where there is no scenery on earth. Look, the beautiful nature, willow waving, the grass grows warbler fly, spring is a landscape of warmth; green, water sparkling, summer enthusiasm is a landscape; golden world, the breeze is cool, autumn maturity is a landscape; miles of snow, silver, winter is a landscape of clarity. The harmony of the wonderful nature is an indispensable part of the landscape.
There is no scenery on earth. Read, heavy cultural history, "the desert, the Yangtze River," the majestic and magnificent is a landscape; "when the moon, the wine ask the blue sky" is a landscape of sadness and despair; "the long wind will sometimes break the waves, straight hanging The boldness and self-confidence of "Sailing on the clouds to meet the sea" is a landscape; the sadness and melancholy of "Asking you how many sorrows you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward" is a landscape. The culture is an indispensable part of the landscape of the world.
There is no scenery on earth. Look, the crystallization of human wisdom, majestic and spectacular stretches for miles of the Great Wall is a landscape; magical and bizarre civilization miracle of the pyramids is a landscape; infinite broadband world is a landscape, Venus mutilated arm is a landscape; flying to the outer planets of the grand blueprints is a landscape; into the Western building of Lianfang Building is a landscape. In ancient and modern times, the crystallization of human wisdom is an indispensable landscape on earth. Where there is no scenery on earth. Listen, the echo of life: a young man took out a hundred dollar bill to a less than 1 meter beggar, half a minute later, the beggar limped towards 30 meters away from the donation box, the hundred dollar bill into the box, but also from their pockets to pull out a few coins into the box. The sound of the coins, it is the beggar's kind and sincere heart, the echo of life, the inner voice of the heart, is an indispensable landscape on earth.
Open your eyes, to find the beautiful vision and warm feelings to look back at the world, you will sigh - everywhere on earth is a landscape.
A landscape as the topic of essay 12
An autumn morning, push open the window, the cool fog will be drilled into the room - everything in the city is hazy, the wind gently blowing the fog and the smell of flowers and grasses. With a gust of breeze, the fog quietly filled the room.
Silently, the fog came, drifting from the distant mountain villages, following the cool wind in -
Fog, floating in every corner of the city, thick, through the cracks, can vaguely see the silhouettes of skyscrapers, cars, passers-by, so beautiful, so beautiful. This is as if the fairies in the sky thrown between the city's white sarongs, soft, very elegant, charming; and like the clouds in the sky obsessed with the earth, but not like crushing their own (rain) down to play the results, vague, refreshing, as if stepping into the fairy palace in general, so moody and comfortable.
In the thick fog, every high-rise building between the city, every car, every pedestrian, are like the work of a multi-talented artist. The thick fog, drifting in and out, is the feature of this painting, a bright white landscape. What a perfect work! Every drop of paint carries a magical color, truly a wondrous painting on earth!
Fog, changes the atmosphere of the city. Under the sun, the city between each high-rise, have become so upright, spirit, to the point of unimaginable; each car is so fluorescent, the color is so bright; each pedestrian face overflowing with excitement, joyful smile. Everything, as if it were a new beginning, so clean, so new.
The fog in the color, sometimes hidden, which is in the artist's clever head can not be imagined, but as long as you have seen this color, it will be very difficult to forget.
I don't know when the fog gradually dispersed. The wind also held its breath, and people happily hummed a melodious little song, as if pouring out the joy after the fog dispersed. The leaves of the trees in the park are connected to the tree hangers. Bright and shiny, or silver glitter, in the sun's light, slowly turned into water, "snap!" Ground hit on the concrete road, issued a crisp sound --
"Snap-tap, snap-tap! ......"
As if singing a song in praise of the fog, one is y intoxicated, for a long time, for a long time ......
Take the landscape as the topic of essay 13My hometown is in the south of Shaanxi Province. It has a nice name ---- Hanzhong. Hanzhong is a basin, because the climate here is suitable, four seasons like spring, and beautifully called "small Jiangnan". Today we will lead you to enjoy the beauty of Hanzhong.
Located in the city center of the Lotus Pond Park is my favorite place to go, this is the backyard of the Mingrui Wangfu, walk into the park gate you can see a large lake, the shore is full of willow trees. As soon as spring arrives, the willows spit out young shoots hanging down, swaying in the wind, I can not help but think of the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang's poem: "Jasper mounted a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk tapestry."
Whenever summer, the lake is full of lotus flowers in full bloom, the fragrance is overflowing. In the fall, standing on the island in the center of the lake looking at the falling leaves, the park's beautiful scenery. Ice-covered winter park is silent, and small friends to pile up snowman should be very good!
Ancient Hantai, also known as Hanzhong Museum, is located in Hanzhong City, East Street. Here is the famous "Qin land south of the first building" is also known as the Wangjiang Tower. It was built during the Southern Song Dynasty and displays a variety of bronzes. The city flower of Hanzhong, the ---- Dry Lotus, also known as the Dry Lotus, grows in the Ancient Hantai. The strange thing about this tree is that it blossoms before it grows leaves, and it blooms in March, which makes it known as the "Spring Tree". There is also the Shimen Inn Road Exhibition Hall, in which there is a sand table of the inn road, and there are also many historical allusions: the story of the "Hongmen Banquet" took place here. Standing in the trestle exhibition hall, looking at the cliffs on the trestle, feel the ancients is really great!
Hanzhong also has four treasures: "pandas, antelope, golden monkeys, crested ibis" also these rare animals live in Hanzhong Foping, Yangxian and Qinling Mountains. Hanzhong is also the paradise of rapeseed flowers, every spring rapeseed flowers like a picture scroll, attracting tourists from all over the world.
The beauty of Hanzhong is countless, I love my beautiful hometown ---- Hanzhong!
Take the scenery as the topic of essay 14What is the most beautiful scenery? It is the fruitfulness of autumn. It is the blossoming of flowers in spring. It is the hot summer heat. It is the snowy winter.
Among these landscapes, perhaps the blossoming of flowers in spring is more popular. However, I appreciate the goose feather snow in winter, the spectacular snow.
In the winter of one year, I was studying in the classroom, but did not notice the goose feather snow has come down. After class I walked out of the classroom, and at once, was attracted by the beauty of the outside. A piece of snowflakes, fluttering down, there is a piece of snowflakes fell in my hand, seemingly small snowflakes, in the heart of the hand a closer look will find that the snowflakes are small but also very beautiful. Like ice chips as cold, like chrysanthemums as white, hand in the heart of the branch flowers, the appearance of the round, but it has a branch like the "petals" and its team, drifting down together. Although, it is not as beautiful as chrysanthemums, not as rich as peonies, not as colorful as roses, but the snow has its own style, although small and delicate, a handful of hands will melt, but it is slowly for the earth nourishment. Ding ...... class bell rang, I was reluctant to return to the classroom.
After school, the earth is like a snow-white coat, the trees bear countless ginkgo nuts. In the place where I walked left a deep footprint. Casually grabbed a handful of icy snow!
Back home, and then snow, I put my tongue outside, a snowflake drifted to the corner of the mouth, icy, the corner of the mouth immediately melted, it is really "entrance that is melted".
Winter is a beautiful season!
After the rain, walking on the bridge, I encountered a beautiful landscape.
The sky is far from hanging a curve of orange red, a few into the silk into strands of intertwined white clouds into a neon rainbow. Sunset has been out, lazy light spread in the lake, I do not know whether it just rained, the lake is more green, as far as the green emerald embedded in a few silver edges, the sunset stood me, I saw the opposite side of the slow walk over to the two people.
Two people have been older, the years left them stained white frost and hunchbacked back, of course, there is only a section of the road they remembered to walk, when I saw the woman lightly sat on the man, the man with a hand on the crutches, a hand against the woman's waist, feel that they are such a natural and ordinary walk is a set of the surrounding scenery as a backdrop of the "flow" of the picture called "love", and I think it's a good thing that they have a lot of time. "The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
When we walked across the street, they smiled at me tenderly, and that smile was the most obvious tacit understanding between the two of them, and they carried the calmness of walking through the storms and the lightness of the clouds that laugh at life, and they detached themselves from the surrounding scenery, forming a piece of scenery of their own. My heart was touched hard, because I realized what love is from this windy landscape.
Support each other when the rain comes to snuggle, in the dark to find the real road for each other, on the road to comfort each other to inspire, after the rain to keep each other walking. At some point, the two have traveled far. Two people walking with each other can walk their whole life. The road was still wet, and their footprints could not be seen at all. However, their backs kept enlarging and enlarging in front of my eyes, until all my vision was their hands holding each other.
I continued to walk down the bridge, silently treasuring the scenery that touched my heart.