Please write a complete essay entitled The Beauty Left by That Eye .

Life is like traveling on a train, the important thing is not how beautiful the scenery is along the way, but the mood of seeing the scenery.

I like the passage that man is nothing but a reed, the most fragile thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed. To destroy him, you don't need the whole universe to be armed, a breath of air, a drop of water, can kill him.

But when the universe destroys him, man is still nobler than the destroyer, because he knows that he is dead, and he knows that the universe has an advantage over him; And the universe doesn't know it. Our whole dignity lies in our thoughts.

When, all the storms, all the trials are about to pour in the next moment, are you ready, my dear?

I used to naively think that there would be someone who would accompany me until the mountains are edgeless and the heavens and the earth are eternal.

But often just by himself, looking for an exit in the dark, walking silently alone, walking without direction.

Until the end of the day.

I thought I had enjoyed all the beautiful scenery along the way, but I was shocked to find that at some point, we could no longer find the original elegant mood.

Perhaps, there is no need to give up on yourself, and there is no need to cry secretly.

In fact, you can proudly raise your head and let the tears flow back to the bottom of your heart, to the corner that you have forgotten.

The moment you raise your head, you will understand that your sky was once gorgeous, once full of sunshine, and once was beautiful.

Maybe wept, hurt;

Maybe you have failed, you have hesitated;

Maybe decadent, wandering.

So what, we have left a beautiful ...... in the sky

Just write down whoever you have in mind.

I looked anxiously left and right at the school gate, expecting the figure - I forgot to bring my essay, so I gave my dad a trouble at work.

Minutes ticked by, and I finally waited.

His appearance. It's still a black dress from the morning, but a piece of dirt on the sleeve. My heart was suddenly touched - if we didn't know each other, we would see him at his age still working so hard to support this family.

Bo, I will definitely sympathize with him, but he is my father, the pillar of this family, so I can't see him with the eyes of others, because he will always be tall in my heart, even if he is bent over by life. I'm dusting.

Dusting off his sleeves and thanking him, he hurried him away.

When I inadvertently looked back at my father's somewhat forward-leaning back, and thought that in six or seven years he would be an "old gentleman" who would be over half a hundred years old, I couldn't help but feel the old age of the pillar of this family. A kind of power of responsibility arises spontaneously, slowly condensing the ......

The sun was slowly setting down, and the setting sun reflected her red face in the blue sky, like a beautiful picture in front of me, and I was fascinated by the beauty.

--Cars, roads, houses, ......Everywhere is the trace of Caixia. The brilliant glow reflected on the water is sparkling with pearl-like brilliance, and it is beautiful!

I raised my head and looked up at the sky, the white clouds and the glow in the sky reflected the clouds, like a flock of geese going south, flying south in a neat line, they swam in the sky, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

After a while, a giant panda "flew" in, and he was gnawing on bamboo with relish. Lifelike, what a cute giant panda! I was about to get my camera, but the panda disappeared into nowhere.

In an instant, a fierce eagle appeared in my eyes, and he scanned the place with his piercing eyes, as if there was some treasure somewhere. Thinking, thinking, the eagle disappeared from my sight.

In the blink of an eye, a lamb was born in the clouds again. The lamb turned its head back, as if looking for something, but it disappeared after a while, what a pity! Didn't have time to see clearly.

In the blink of an eye, the speed of the white clouds became faster. Some are scattered, like islands scattered all over the place, and you can vaguely see patches of tall and tall trees; Some are divided into long strips, like cute little fish, bobbing their heads and tails in the water; Some towered there like giants; Some are like heavenly maidens scattering flowers ......There are thousands of postures, there are no wonders, how beautiful!

Yes! The sunset, how gorgeous and colorful. You are galloping like a horse for a while, roaring like a lion for a while, and blooming like a flower blooming ...... a whileI watched, watched, and felt light and fluttering, as if I had become a sunset.

The beautiful sunset is floating, floating, ......It was a quiet night. Occasionally, a few bird calls pierced the silence of the night.