There are always places that never arrive.
But there are always places that haunt your dreams and give you a sense of familiarity without realizing it. Being in the vast territory of China, it is inevitable that you will be interested in places other than the one you live in.
Jiangnan, accustomed to the gentle rain immersion, will naturally want to experience the desert, the lonely smoke of the vastness. The cold north, tired of the snow and ice of the magnificent, but also naturally want to try the warmth of small bridges and flowing water.
The heart of some of the larger, will reverie their own to or romantic, or mysterious, or passionate outside the domain, and then lamented the limitations of self. These regions are often found in the mind, and they are familiar to people without them realizing it.
Imagine such a place, let's call it a mixed zone, a realm where all dreams are mixed. In the center of it are busy streets and squares.
The traces of pigeons flying through the blue sky and white clouds remain. The rush of people is busy running for life, but there is no lack of smiles on their faces.
The green areas are surrounded by tall buildings, as if they have a green coat. The streets are covered with a warm atmosphere, and there are places to rest on the street, so that people can release their minds in the lazy afternoon under the warm sunshine.
And then there are the parks, the parks with their large green areas. There are babbling children toddling past.
The warm sunlight, mixed with the smell of grass, creeps through the gaps in the leaves. Occasionally, a few brightly colored kites would appear, adding some color to the slightly lonely sky.
And independent apartments are best avoided, preferably quadrangles or small buildings shared by several families. Life here is more fun because of both laughter and quarrels.
The old people carefully cultivate the flowers and plants in the courtyard. The children also have a close contact with nature.
The age of the celebration, after dinner only in the small yard around, I am afraid that the pressure of the day is also reduced a lot. And outside the house is not anxious to melt the road, even if the road is very wide, but also to have a dense green shade.
That kind of green and blue sky mixed together to have a fresh flavor. These are the center of the city, the outskirts of the city, of course, should have a small bridge and water is good.
Perhaps it is more like Zhouzhuang without the commercial flavor.
Maybe it's more like Zhouzhuang without the commercialization. The figure of the sculler is reflected in the reflection of the setting sun, along with the soft waves rippling together.
The years seem to be fascinated by this scene, also slowed down its pace. Those so-called hard things that push us forward, but also at this time to hide away.
At this point, I hope that the water is whisked by the green stone, is a simple hut of the green tile, can be carefree to see the sunrise and sunset, the calendar night and day. The best thing is that there is also a dense jungle and a gentle beach.
Golden and blue become the most beautiful colors between the water and sky. Dry sand sliding over the skin, that is cozy.
And moistened by the sea, it gives a warm surprise. For the jungle, it's better to be colorful to give off a seductive aura.
Maple leaf-covered paths, towering trees, and branches that sway gracefully in the wind are a must. If there are terraces meandering is better, green water and mountains will also have more layers of beauty.
Such a place, no matter what season, undoubtedly have flavor. Spring, full of.
Summer, cool. In the fall, it's just right.
Winter, warmth. Whatever the time of year, it's all quite charming.
Daytime, warmth. Nighttime, quiet.
"Can" pro "can" love, and how can one not dream of it, do not want to familiarize themselves with it?
2. I am familiar with the place essayI am familiar with the place once read an article called "familiar place no scenery", the content of course the same as the title, mainly said that "happiness always exists in the pursuit of the process, to the far away, familiar place no scenery."
But I don't think so, of course, the "pursuit" is necessary, but not necessarily have to go to strange places, familiar places also have scenery. There's an old saying that says, "Learn from the past, learn from the future. Why do we need to learn from the past? How can we learn from the past? Doesn't it make clear that familiar places also have scenery? I remember just after studying the article, I do not agree with its point of view, friends and I argued (he supported), but he focused on the "scenery".
"Scenery" is what we want to see, but there is also new scenery in familiar places. There's a saying that if you look at something many times, you'll find something different each time.
In that case, even in familiar places there is a new view every time. We need to dig deeper into a thing to understand what it means to be different each time, rather than just seeing the surface and rushing to the next station.
A view from a familiar place is a youthful vigor, a spirit of perseverance, a drive to challenge the familiar. Maintaining this feeling for a long time in life is not easy.
Especially when we achieve certain results, it is easy to produce the idea of rushing to the next station. But a thing in which the connotation of the deep like the sea, not a moment or two can be broken, just as the natural scenery is not exhaustive; human career has no apex.
I want to say to myself and my friends: Why is there no end to knowledge? The first is that there is no end to knowledge, and there is no end to the business of mankind. There is no end to the scenery? Because they are unfathomable. Yes, happiness always exists in the pursuit of the process, familiar places are equally happy . The pursuit of.
3. My most familiar place EssayEveryone has their own most familiar place, my most familiar place is the garden of our neighborhood.
The garden in our neighborhood is very beautiful, and it has different charming scenery in all seasons of the year. In the spring the whole garden is surrounded by green, everywhere is just sprouted and tender and green grass, flowers bloom its beautiful beautiful smile, as if to tell people what. The original dry tree branches also spit out a wisp of new green.
In summer, the small garden has become a good place for people to avoid the summer heat and cool, we children play a variety of small games under the tree belongs to us. Adults in the stone table tea and chess. In the evening, this has become the entertainment center for the elderly in the community, they spontaneously dance in the garden on the open space, from a distance they look at the hands of the flower fan up and down, like a group of butterflies playing in the garden. Seeing their faces full of smiles so bright, we children can not help but learn to jump up in a side. In the fall, the color of the garden is golden, flowers, grass, trees, ah yellow, we went to the various leaves collected to make a specimen, we can be happy.
In winter, the garden is slowly covered with snow, turning into a white world. We can pile up snowmen, snowball fights, children in the snow you chase me to play. Everyone's face is frozen red but the heart is full of joy. This is the place I am most familiar with and also my favorite place. I hope you have time to come to see, and I *** with sharing the joy.
4. My hometown (or familiar place) write an essayHometown, everyone knows that hometown is our ancestral home, I think everyone's understanding of hometown will be different, hometown is beautiful, we no matter where we go, no matter how beautiful there is more rich, will feel that our own hometown is the most beautiful. I remember a song is sung like this: "How I want to go back to my hometown, and then back to his side ......" In my growing up, there was that one instance of how I wanted to go back to my hometown. It was when I was in the fourth grade, and during the summer vacation, everyone wanted to go outside and come back, and I was no exception. At that time, my grandma's family moved to Shenzhen to live, I heard people say that Shenzhen is very prosperous, and also live in high-rise buildings very cool. I listened to what they said and I couldn't wait. It just so happens that my dad works in Shenzhen, so I want to take this opportunity to talk to my mom to see if I can go. I told my mom about it, and she seemed quite eager for me to go this time, and as soon as I told her she agreed quickly. I was so happy that I jumped up and down. Everyone who lives in the countryside would want to go to the city. My mom told me to go with a sister next door who was going on a business trip this time.
Wow, so busy, I saw the most beautiful place, I should have known to come earlier! Dad took me over to my grandma's place, looking at their dress, and look at my own dress, there is a world of difference, they are watching me ...... living here for ten days, the beginning of the time when I came to be very happy, and now, I began to think of my hometown, want to hometown of a grass and trees, and my sister, my brother, mom ...... I want to go back, a few times my mom called, I cried and wanted to go back, my mom said to let me study here, I want to cry even more. I missed my classmates and friends, and the days went by, and I asked my dad when school just started, I want to go back to my hometown. I look forward to going back quickly every day, and finally, under my hard request, my father took me back.
A familiar feeling - the hometown, a warm home, beautiful flowers and trees, hard-working farmers, lively children, this is our hometown, its happy, laughter. I am back to my hometown, although the city is more prosperous than our hometown, but I like my hometown, if you ask me about my ideal, I would say study hard and grow up to contribute to my hometown. I believe our hometown will be more beautiful in the future. What about you? How is your hometown? I think you love your hometown as much as I do.
5. Most Familiar PlacesMost Familiar Places
The time is running out, the years are passing.
As if in the blink of an eye, I changed from a childish and naive child to a mature and understanding middle school student. Day after day, year after year, so eight years, eight years in this familiar and intimate place passed.
Time is too cruel and will take away everything. There is still more than a year, just more than a year, will have to leave, leave this place.
Every day in this place to live a repetitive life, but every day has a different wonderful. Just like this day after day, year after year, are the same as always.
Every day to see the most familiar people, see the same scenery, slowly all this has become a habit. The most frightening thing is to suddenly change a habit.
When everything familiar around you disappears, I don't know what I will do. Essay that place, it is that place, it is not big or small, but it has infinite power.
It is that place, it carries the dreams and expectations of how many people. And there, there are countless, about me, about our big family story.
That is a warm place, in its embrace, we left too many traces and footprints, step by step, little by little. Here we have laughed, we have cried, we have labored, we have worked hard.
It is like a record of our growth, which collects all the sweet and sour in the process of our growth. There are really too many memories there ...... remember? That classroom; still remember? The trees outside the window; do you remember? Standing there on the flagpole and above the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.
All this, will forget? The trees there, the school building there, the playground there, still remains unchanged, and we have changed. It is because of its nourishment that we have grown up.
There is a lot of gratitude in my heart, but I don't know how to express it. I am grateful for everything and everyone there.
Those we have been together with the pain and suffering, **** suffering people. An ordinary blackboard in the classroom, if it is poured many people's life's work, it will become a bright light, which illuminates the whole classroom, illuminates the life of everyone sitting in the classroom.
An ordinary chalk, if it is poured into the hearts of many people's love, it will become a divine pen, which narrates the future journey of everyone sitting in the classroom. This so-called many people, they are the most ordinary but not ordinary people, is - teachers.
In that place, they are the most fundamental foundation, and what they give in return is our splendor. This is like building a building, if there is no foundation, the building has no support, is sooner or later will collapse.
There is exactly a group of people who are not afraid of suffering and tiredness, which will reveal the greatness and splendor of that place. That familiar and unfamiliar, warm and affectionate place, cohesion of countless essence, cohesion of all the emotions in the world.
Sometimes when I think about it, my eyes get wet. As if everything there is in my line of sight faded away, began to become fuzzy, where a grass and trees have a very deep feelings with me, where the laughter is afraid that I can not erase the memories of a lifetime.
Those people in that place, those things, those feelings, are melted in the bottom of the heart, can not let go. A number of years later we still remember.
At this moment, how much I want to say aloud: "There is our alma mater, there is our home.
6. According to your most familiar place to write a compositionPeople who read my essay must know that my family is a lot of people, but I have not written my brother, but Dad also did not write, I'd better write my brother first.
My brother is a person of humor, every time there is something unhappy brother will say it into a happy, in the eyes of others brother is such a person, but in my opinion brother is a cold-blooded animal on my very strict are not all scolded me, brother is also very small, but I am generous, in fact, my brother suffered a lot of pain when he was a child, my family used to be very poor, my sister reads well, my brother is naughty, so I did not go to school for a few years. So did not go to school for a few years, but my brother is not that kind of illiteracy, my brother is very quality, grew up to open a company, also has a wife, I think my brother and I estranged up, I told all the above brother I grew up brother to my brother before my brother is not it to me. My brother is a smiling person, he used to be in Dalian, a few months will come back once, each time with a lot of things to me, but I remember once she bought a can of chewing gum, was I found him in the eating he said it was peanuts, I believe that I took one, but how did it not send out the flavor? My brother said he hadn't eaten long enough, but the next day he took the gum when I saw him still deny it, my brother is how naughty ah! There are also times when I play with my brother to grab toys, every time he won I would cry, but my brother not only will not be angry will give me to buy candy beans to eat, I always used to think that my brother is really good, there is a brother in my brother will have never eaten enough candy beans.
But now my brother is very mean to me, the test is not good will scold me a pass, should pay more and more but after scolding will still comfort me, now I also understand, should be this is my brother to my love.
7. To "familiar place, there is a landscape" as the theme, write a 600-word essayFamiliar place, there is a landscape Some people say, familiar place has no landscape.
But I say, familiar places have scenery. It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because of the one-sided understanding of the word "scenery".
Some people always see the unfamiliar scenery as scenery, while the common scenery is not considered scenery, so the familiar lonely pine leaning on the cliff, willow on the shore, dragonflies, geese in the sky, in his eyes is not the scenery. The people who were born in the mountainous areas always yearn for the magnificence of the sea, and always want to see the vastness of the plains, and think that there is scenery there, because it is a strange place.
The lack of scenery in familiar places is a problem with our understanding of scenery, not the lack of scenery. The reason for saying that there is no scenery in a familiar place is that the scenery is understood too superficially, and only the natural scenery is regarded as scenery, while ignoring the people who make up the scenery.
Old mothers late at night in the dim light, for the son to weave cold woolen clothes; white flowers pale old father stood at the entrance of the village in the distance looking forward to the return of their children; at home to take care of the children, take care of the household chores of young wives, leaning on the door to miss the husband of the foreigners working in the countryside, are not these a beautiful and touching scenery? It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because we cannot find the beauty in familiar places. Russell said, life is not the absence of beauty, but the lack of eyes to find beauty.
Look at what Tao Yuanming wrote: "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain, the mountain air day and night good, flying birds with each other still." Is this scenery beautiful? Of course it is.
However, for rural people, chrysanthemums, who has not seen? The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Your hometown does not have the South Mountain, there should be the East Mountain, or West Mountain; birds are more common, but why do many of us always complain about familiar places without scenery? Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, found beauty in familiar places because he had a pair of eyes to discover beauty, and that is why he left us extremely beautiful poems. To say that there is no scenery in familiar places is because of the lack of a sufficient heart of love for life.
Tao Yuanming was tired of the officialdom, love of idyllic life, so, in his eyes appeared "square house more than ten acres, grass house eight or nine. The elm and willow shade the back of the star, peach and plum in front of the hall.
Warming up the village, warming up the smoke.
Such a beautiful scene.
Familiar places also have scenery Morning breeze, agar with dew, ah, another foggy day. The fog in my hometown is not as thick as the fog of Mount Emei, that show, and not as strange and far away as the fog of Mount Huangshan, unpredictable, but I appreciate the fog in my hometown the most.
My hometown is located in the lofty mountains in the foothills of the Huiji Mountains, where the mountain ranges, thousands of rocks, ten thousand ravines, where the fog has its unique charm. The fog in my hometown is white and beautiful, white and simple.
As white as snow? It does not. It is slightly gray in white, white in green, more beautiful than snow.
But not, the fog sleeping in the green mountains between the water, draw the mountain grass aura, do not dress up more beautiful? Such a white fog only with the countryside to have, any master of painting, it is also difficult to tune out, right? Hometown fog white natural, white sincere, I really want to grab a hand in the hands, and even embrace it into the arms, it dyed on the drawing paper, from time to time to appreciate it. Hometown fog thick deep, thick pure, no city fog that contains the flavor of oil and smoke.
It is very lovely, although pedestrians a few steps apart, can only hear, and can not see people, inhaling a trace of fog, cool and cool. We carried our backpacks to the school, the fog drifted up to my forehead, and I kissed, I can not avoid, this mercurial woman ah, you are rendering your warmth and hospitality? Looking around, the fog was thick.
Perhaps some people will feel suffocated, can not see the continuous winding peaks, can not see the verdant lush bamboo, but I do not care. The fog changed, a moment into a cool wind, a moment into a small dewdrops, stained in my hair, stained to my eyelashes.
I gently close my eyes, the cool feeling makes people relaxed and happy, by the baptism of the fog, I seem to bright eyes with "tears". The fog in my hometown is soft and beautiful.
It is as tough as white clouds, cut constantly pulling. It is gently on the grass, grass also really love fog sister, sucking the sweet juice.
The sun gradually rose, the fog gradually fade. A round of red sun hanging high in the sky, mountains, peaks, trees gradually revealed the outline of the fog washed by the mountains, rivers and earth, full of vitality.
The dying dead wood seems to be moisturized, with a sprinkling of life. The fog in my hometown is kind and warm, I love the fog in my hometown, it really makes you miss it. Secondly, the language is exquisite, the use of neat catchy phrases, so that this article is more suitable for recitation, over and over again reciting these words, I feel that I have become a soul of the fog a distant but loud and clear rooster crows, the sleepy town yawned, rubbing sleepy eyes, gradually awakened.
A busy and peaceful day began in the town! I put on my backpack and tiptoed downstairs, afraid of waking up the neighbors who were still asleep.
Grandma with a bushel fan gently fan, the smoke ah, "swift" out, in the air around the arc of the soft Man, and then around the old crooked-necked tree on the disk three times, reluctant to go away. "Yo, Nui Nui, so early ah.
Today is going to be the exam, right, careful, must test well!" Grandma saw me smile open, the wrinkled face smiled more and more like a blooming chrysanthemum, smile ah, even the cuffs, pants, elbow bend are wrinkled. "Be careful, don't choke." Grandma's decades-old bushel fan gently swung, the smoke fan away, I will be in the fresh air forward.
Grandma's coal stove and bushel fan is a fresh landscape. From a distance, I could see the iron door opening.
The mottled iron gate was a loyal guard. The years have carved marks on it without mercy, but it is still committed to protecting the safety of the residents.
The old man sitting under the crooked-necked tree drinking tea, the familiar alabaster pot is older than me. The green tea leaves are spinning in circles, dancing a soft and light waltz, overflowing with a refreshing aroma.
8. Essay: Familiar place 600 words or soA familiar place I live in jiexiu, jiexiu is my hometown, is born and raised my place, I have a special feeling for it.
There are many beautiful places in Jiexiu, and the place I am most familiar with is Beitan Park. The scenery of Beitan Park is very beautiful.
Just into the park, the tall Shigong Pagoda into the eyes, the tower has thousands of holes, inside the molded one after another statue of Buddha, but also hanging a bell, the wind blew, the bells will ring, as if it is playing a beautiful song, welcome to your arrival. Then to the depths of the march, surrounded by green bushes, from time to time came the "song" of the birds, good to hear.
The soil exudes a light fragrance, flowers wearing different colors of flower dresses comparable to each other, so that you feel comfortable, pleasing to the eye. As you walk along, the bushes around disappear and a wide artificial lake unfolds in front of your eyes.
In winter, the lake is frozen, the fish also play hide and seek in the depths of the water, this time there is the lake is like a beautiful emerald. In spring, the ice melted, the lake is clear and transparent, the fish jumping and jumping, from time to time out of the water, as if in the cheer: "Spring is here!" Around the willow tree is like a ting ting standing girl is in the "mirror" combing their long hair, showing a school of bright spring.
In the artificial lake is not far away, there is a only yarn but also the resemblance of the rockery, climbed up, you will see a small pavilion, above the carving of many exquisite patterns. Just see a few people are sitting in the pavilion to talk about the world, seem very leisurely, at ease.
The birds and flowers around the pavilion are full of life. In the fall, some of the yellow leaves are falling, like laying a golden carpet; in the summer, the big trees cover the small pavilion, although the sun is hot, but there is a cool shade, very refreshing, people sit here, feel a kind of never all the tranquility.
What a beautiful place, I often go there to feel the beautiful scenery. It is as secluded and beautiful as a fairy mirror.
In my opinion, it is far better than the beauty of the field. This is Beitan Park, it is my most familiar place, but also my favorite place.
I hope the owner to adopt Oh.
9. familiar place essayIt is still so familiar! --- The title of the time in the passage of time, once we have grown up.
When I came to this familiar place again, countless memories came to my mind. All around are memories, those times, let people stay 、、、、、 this path, is my school, after school must pass through.
I still remember, then I, jumping and walking home. I can't forget, can't forget, must pass through the road of that kiosk.
As soon as my mom gave me some pocket money, I went in headfirst to buy those "junk food". I'm still recognized by my auntie at the kiosk. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it all out of your mouth, but you're going to have to get it all out of your mouth before you get home, and you're going to have to get it out of your teeth, too.
Otherwise, mom will definitely find out. That park is the one I've been to the most and know the best.
Familiar with the grass and trees, familiar with every ride, familiar with everything. Perhaps it is because I have been there so often that I have developed a deep affection for the park.
Every time I would quietly listen to the sound of the river; every time I would stare at the people playing; every time I would enjoy this beautiful everything. But now, the once clear river has become a dirty and smelly, dead fish in the river, play facilities are even more broken.
Here, it is no longer as beautiful as before.
Although I am just an outsider, but whenever I pass by, I will put in worshipful eyes. Perhaps, they are a good example to learn from, they have a unique light and a tomorrow that belongs to them.
These are just the deepest memories, there are many, many more, about a grass and trees here, there will be feelings, memories. Because I had fallen y in love here 、、、、、.
10. my most familiar place essayTime passes, years pass.
As if in the blink of an eye himself from a childish and naive little child into a mature and understanding of the middle school students. Day after day, year after year, so eight years, eight years in this familiar and intimate place passed.
Time is too cruel and will take away everything. There is still more than a year, just more than a year, will have to leave, leave this place.
Every day in this place to live a repetitive life, but every day has a different wonderful. Just like this day after day, year after year, are the same as always.
Every day to see the most familiar people, see the same scenery, slowly all this has become a habit. The most frightening thing is to suddenly change a habit.
When everything familiar around you disappears, I don't know what I will do. That place, is that place, it is not big or small, but has infinite power.
It is that place, which carries the dreams and expectations of many people. And there, there are countless, about me, about our big family story.
That is a warm place, in its embrace, we left too many traces and footprints, step by step, little by little. Here we have laughed, we have cried, we have labored, we have worked hard.
It's like a record of our growth, collecting all the sweet and sour in the process of our growth. There are really too many memories there.
Remember? The classroom, the tree outside the window, the classroom, the classroom, the classroom, the classroom, the classroom. The trees outside the window; do you remember? The flagpole standing there and the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind above.
All this, will forget? The trees there, the school building there, the playground there, still remains unchanged, and we have changed. It is because of its nourishment that we have grown up.
There is a lot of gratitude in my heart, but I don't know how to express it. I am grateful for everything and everyone there.
Those who we have suffered together, **** in times of trouble.