When the class was over, I remembered this sentence again. Professor Cao Wenxuan came in a hurry, but he left a deep impression on me. His deep and charming voice added to my favor, but what really touched me was his proverbs and his gaze on the world.
What is gaze? I looked through the dictionary-I stared at it for a long time and didn't turn it over. Oh! It's simple! But I know that the "gaze" that Professor Cao refers to must be meaningful and far away.
Then what should I stare at? Green grass, red flowers, busy bees and leisurely birds in the world?
No, no. What deserves our gaze should be something that others have never discovered or experienced, mixed with imagination and hope! In other words, it is our rich and delicate hearts that make this world worth staring at.
My mind stopped, but my eyes wandered. I parked it in the grass to rest, and the emerald in my eyes calmed me down slowly. A light of surprise flashed through my eyes-I saw a small white butterfly.
I didn't mean to see it, I just happened to see it. For an instant, its beauty attracted me, so I stared-
This is a flawless butterfly. Sunlight plated it with golden edges, and transparent glass reflected it bright and clean. Suddenly, it flapped its wings and flew close to me. Butterfly, do you want me to appreciate your beauty more clearly? The lines on its wings are extremely soft, and the golden dots flashing on its tips are not sure whether it is its pride or a gift from the sun. The narrow, pointed abdomen is faintly brown, and everything is so harmonious and exciting.
Oh, it flies again, just like an elf in the morning breeze, gorgeous as a treasure. It walked around the flowers and plants happily, just had a close talk with the flower, and then flew away under the call of the grass. I seem to see its bright smile in the sun.
At that time, many stories about butterflies came to mind. If it hadn't flown away, I think I would have kept looking down.
Gazing at the composition 500 words 2 Many people like to write at sunrise, and the sunrise shines on the top of the gate, but I fell in love with the "oblique view of running water".
I forgot what year, month and day it was, and then at dusk, I stared at the sunset affectionately, and the harmonious sunset sprinkled a golden glow in the sky. Peaceful, elegant, calm and solemn, you bring peace, warmth and tranquility to the world.
The original blue sky has shown a light gray, and several white clouds are floating in the air, reflecting plumes of purple light behind them. The dark gray sky was set off by a red band of light. This polished silk adds a lot of color to the sky, just like the skirt of a girl in Tsing Yi. It left a brilliant legacy to the earth, and left people with nostalgia for the sun and hope for tomorrow.
In the soft sunset, although there is no enthusiasm at noon, it is still calm and elegant.
The poem "to see the sun, for all his glory, Being Buried in the Coming Night" haunts my ears. Yes, the most beautiful ones disappear the fastest. I can't help feeling a little lost, homesick and disappointed.
Life is like a song. When your thoughts wander and you are immersed in the climax of the ending, the song is over. This is not only a little regrettable, but it is this beauty that has touched the hearts of countless people.
Life is the sun, sunrise and sunset are life. Life is fair to everyone. But a few people can leave without regret like the sunset.
Life is like a race against time. Although the results are all failures, there are brilliant, tragic, beautiful, reasonable, better, sad and dirty.
At dusk, I stared at the sunset with great pride and looked at its round figure that was about to disappear. I can't help feeling infinite and my heart is full of hope for a better life in the future. Sunset, when you bid farewell to the daytime stage, still leaves the world with a perfect image. And throw all your energy, so that the world is full of intoxicating golden light. ...
Humans should also have your mind and your tolerance. In the farewell ceremony, we should also maintain a magnificent period and show a brilliant composition.
When I was in junior high school, I was an unsociable guy. I always thought that everyone had many shortcomings: A was greedy for money, B was stingy, and C was indifferent ... So I didn't have any good friends at that time, so I was afraid of class every day, afraid of loneliness, and afraid of being alone.
I won't ask until I am surprised that a friend is good at dealing with interpersonal relationships. She didn't say anything, just laughed. Later, I walked with her once and met a very difficult classmate in my class. I cann't believe she said hello. The classmate was a little surprised at first, and then he chatted with his friends. Later, she told me that the classmate actually looked annoying, but his mind was excellent.
I suddenly realized. It turns out that as long as you actively communicate with others, you will find the advantages of others. Then because of this advantage, others are not so annoying in their own eyes. Only by magnifying the advantages, I found that A is warm-hearted, B is knife mouth and tofu heart, and C is affectionate. ...
Actually, life is not bad, is it?
Walking in the park, you will see several little boys crawling on the grass where you caught crickets when you were a child; Wandering in the alley, you will see couples selling baked wheat cakes whispering, and a drop of crystal sweat on their foreheads; Walking in the street, a child released the balloon in his hand, and his mother scolded and comforted him. Staring at the balcony, the place where the lake meets the sky in the distance is shrouded in fog, leaving only a bluebird drifting away; Idle lake, Liu Yin, a white woman stopped in front of the stone bench, her brow was happy ... Seeing this scene, her mouth could not help but float a smile. It turns out that there are so many beautiful places as long as you look at life with your heart!
Even though adults have warned that there are many bad people in our society, I still stubbornly believe in the beauty of the world. Thinking about the dark side of society blindly only adds to the troubles. Focus on the advantages of life, but you will get more. Feelings, friendship, kindness, honesty ... these things happen all the time around us, but as long as we enlarge these advantages a little, there will be less bad feelings and barriers in our hearts, and you will find the true meaning of life.
Make a cup of hot milk and stir it gently with a spoon. Holding a steaming milky white mug, my heart warmed up a lot.
Staring at the composition 500 words 4 The sun sets in the field, and in early April, the peach blossoms bloom again. Looking back on the past, your love for my fists is filled with this fragrance.
I walked home several times. There is a peach tree by the roadside. Perhaps it is the busy study life that makes me pay little attention. Occasionally, I looked up and saw peach trees sandwiched between green trees like a frozen fireworks. And I stopped. Pink peach blossoms smile among the green leaves like a child's innocent bright face. Near, the petals are dense, like a grand party, and like a dancing butterfly, dancing to people's hearts, evoking the forgotten scenery and lost beauty in my heart.
My father has been very busy since he was a child. His figure will always be so busy in my memory, but he will take time to accompany me to the park to see peach blossoms. That spring, there were many peach blossoms in the park. I want to break some branches back, so I said to my father, "Dad, I want to break peach branches and plant them myself." Although my father said seriously that he should take care of flowers and trees, he gave me one and said, "Just one!" " "
Some things, although I spend three days fishing and two days drying nets, my father will still support and help me. Now he is getting busier and busier, my homework is getting heavier and heavier, and we spend less and less time together. The lost beauty stung my nose. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I can understand and want to hear my father's words: "My daughter is excellent." My father is a person who can inspire me all my life, and his love is my support.
Because I stared at a flower, I found the lost beauty. How long has it been since I've seen such flowers? How much scenery have we lost? The increasingly busy life divides our leisure time equally, but this is the essence of society. If you want to get a better life, you must be busy working and studying. But one morning, slow down, stay calm and enjoy life.
Stare at the flowers, stare at the grass and rediscover the lost beauty in your heart!
Staring at the composition outside the window, the neon lights flashed, and the wind hit the window lattice, making a muffled sound.
Slightly one leng, the heart door was knocked open, and some bits and pieces were spinning.
The huge house is full of darkness, and even the small balcony trapped in the middle of the night makes me stand in front of the window full of fear. At that time, I was young and alone at home, but what accompanied me was the endless night in my eyes.
The first time I stared at the night, I was just so afraid that I would always indulge in some kind of bondage.
"Hum-"The plane flew over the night sky, and I looked at the night sky when I was resurrected. The stars in the sky are scattered on the black duvet, which is lovely and charming. And this deep night, like the eyes of the earth, has a pure and irresistible magic, which makes people laugh. Is fear an illusion?
Helpless, I caught a glimpse of the TV tower standing in the distance, like a solemn guardian, guarding the city with a huge body and a high head. And the black background behind him, just right to render a solemn and sacred, suddenly a kind of admiration from the dark night undercurrent, turned into an unspeakable force.
Looking back, in the long night, the looming high-rise trees have vague outlines and swaying silhouettes, and there are few pedestrians and vehicles, and the inside and outside of the house are peaceful. In the silent night, write a quiet and melodious lullaby and comfort people with the gentle voice of my mother.
In this way, I stared at the night quietly, and my feelings were beyond words. It is still dark behind me, and there is still no one, but I am no longer afraid and helpless. Surrounding me is the night as gentle as my mother's arms, and around my nose is the smell of flower dew stained with the fragrance of night; What haunts me is the light that breaks through the darkness.
Night, deep into the pool, quiet as ever.
However, when I stared at it for the second time, the feeling of hesitation disappeared, because I found that the night made people feel calm like water and let their imagination grow wings.
Only then did I understand that it takes time to grow up, and a pair of mature black eyes should stare at the night.
Staring at the composition of 500 words, the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. On the bank of Chibi, Meng De failed; At the top of the desert, Xu Da retired the Yuan Army three times. In history, blood is thicker than water, composing a magnificent song of life; The hoofbeat played in the shadow of the sword, playing the music of time. Oh! Wrapped in a corpse, Marco couldn't resist the eyes of years, traveled through time and space, and stared at the battlefield.
The sky of the Three Kingdoms in the sunset was red, and Meng De was ambitious and led the army to Chibi. In the face of a dark enemy, Sun Liu and his army are United. The decisive battle is on the verge! Wei Jun's iron chain, acclimatized, lay flat on the water. With a wave of his feather fan, Kong Ming had an idea. In the process of strategizing, you will win a thousand miles! Several ships, with the flames of hope, will give Cao Jun a painful blow. The wind is blowing. A few bleak autumn winds took away his ambition. Flames, desperate cries for help, he found his own Huarong Road. White hair on the sideburns overnight. Passion is hard to pay, and men are down and out, feeling dejected.
As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
Under the guidance of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming army expelled Yuan Di from the Central Plains, and the sixteen counties lost since the Eastern Jin Dynasty returned to the hands of the Han people! Xu Da and Chang Yuchun explore the desert. They are sure to win, and they have won many battles in the desert. No one will be content to be taken away from this world like this. Wang Baobao fought back. The two armies are swords and shadows, and the yellow sand is flying. Under the knife light, the general died; Under the shadow of the sword, the head falls to the ground! How many lives did the brutal war take? Because this is a battlefield! Xu Da defeated the Yuan Army three times, and finally saw that the tide was gone and ran back to his hometown beyond the Great Wall. On the way to victory, Chang Yuchun died of a sudden illness at the age of forty.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?
Years will be lost in the long river of history, and time will sweep away the dust of battle after the memory of that year. Forget, forget ... the original rhetoric, and now only the remains. My temples are gray. Where is my hometown?
Guan Qiang frost is sleepless in the world, and the general is white-haired and in tears!
Staring at the battlefield, the graves are everywhere.
Staring at the battlefield, the breeze is bleak.
Life is a battlefield, staring at the battlefield, staring at life, staring at the years.
On the battlefield, drifting away.
On the road of life, the world of mortals changes.
Staring at the familiar yard and old house, I can't help feeling sad-this may be the last time I see it again.
News has come from the village that we should move out within a week and the demolition will be carried out here. So everyone is in a hurry to clean up. Maybe we can use this clueless busyness to dilute our sadness.
Let me stare at my home for the last time After all, we have been rooted here since I can remember.
This big tree hides laughter when I swing and anger when I stumble. This quiet secret passage contains infinite dreams and small secret talks.
But now everything will disappear, trees will fall, roads will be gone, and houses will collapse. ...
Let me stare for the last time!
Every night is full of stars, every bird song is melodious and melodious, and every ray of sunshine is infinitely warm. Maybe god can't bear it. In these seven days, it was almost cloudy, and almost every big move was accompanied by sparse rain.
Let me fall on the bed for the last time and sleep on the sofa and watch TV for the last time.
Tears burst down, I don't know when I have blurred my vision, so I covered my face with a quilt, so that others can't see the slightest fragility and disappointment in my eyes.
Let me walk on this road for the last time and accompany my tree-lined path 12 years. After all, we caught hide-and-seek and fought here.
Seeing several families demolished by the roadside, I think of the house I regard as a treasure, and my home will be demolished and razed to the ground. A nameless sadness is ignited in my heart.
What's the use of being sad if you can't bear it?
Finally, take another photo as a souvenir. Besides, I can't think of anything to catch the time that will dissipate. But as long as home is still there, wherever you go, it is home. I hope the family will be happy forever in the future, and there will never be a last look.
Staring at the composition 500 words Chapter 8 Sunset, the setting clouds turn red, instantly making your transparent body invisible. Then it connected itself with everyone and dyed the whole sky red.
I subconsciously looked at my hands. They turned all the people and things in the room red through the window. I got up from my chair and walked slowly to the living room, staring at the black and white photo of grandma on the table.
Grandma, how are you?
The last time I visited my grandmother was a month ago. My father and I brought some snacks and masks and walked into her room in the nursing home. She stared blankly at the dark gray wall in the room, only looking at the lonely silhouette of her sitting on the bed, she could feel a kind of desolation.
"Grandma, I'm coming." I whispered in front of the door. She turned around slowly like a rusty old machine. When she saw me, she smiled like a child: "Oh, there you are!" " "
At this time, she is over 80 years old, her face is full of dark gray age spots, and only a little luster is left in her eyes. Hair is the oldest, and grandma can't find a black hair on her head. Only thin and transparent hair shines in the sun.
But I'm sure that all her hair may weigh only a few taels.
Before I left, I touched my grandmother's hand for the last time, except for the bones, leaving only soft skin ... When I left, I stood in front of the door and took one last look. The gloomy walls of grandma's lonely silhouette are together, which is simply a photo of the cell!
Now, grandparents' urns are put together and buried underground forever.
If I can really change the time, I hope that day will no longer exist and let grandma continue to enjoy the rest of her life.
Staring at the wisp of white hair, grandma's voice and smile seemed to reappear in front of my eyes. ......
Grandma, you are in the sky. Are you all right?