Writing about people and other essays totaled four 20

The scenery in my heart In the evening, the sun hangs on the western hills. The blue sky is gradually dyed pink, and the flirtatious white clouds are also revealing a girlish charm, and there is a soft and intoxicating wind in the air. In the distance, smoke was already rising from the small courtyard of the farmhouse.

The faint smoke swayed and rose in the evening breeze, and gradually dissipated. It seems that I can also smell the enticing aroma of the wisps of food wafting from the cozy courtyard of the farmhouse. The unripe ears of rice twist their waists in the wind, they can be regarded as the best dancers, they dance the hope of harvest, but also dance the joy of harvest!

On a winding field road, a father is taking his four or five-year-old son for a leisurely walk. The father's mouth is moving, as if he is telling his son about the joy of life, as if he is telling his son a beautiful fairy tale, and as if he is singing that moving nursery rhyme. The son obediently followed, as if listening attentively.

Occasionally, a crisp laugh – a hearty and childlike laugh – rippled ...... the warm, intoxicating fieldsSuddenly, a hare ran out of the grass not far away, jumping up and down, without timidity or panic, as if experiencing the joy of being with others. The son let go of his father's hand and ran happily towards the hare. But he slipped and fell to the ground.

Childish cries were heard in the air of the fields. When the father saw this, he ran to his son. But the father stopped not far from his son.

He didn't rush to pick up his son, but seemed to be telling him something. The childish crying is still the same, and the crying still makes people feel that it is not just because of the pain. The father bent down and seemed to be speaking more earnestly to his son, who was crying on the ground, ......The childish crying finally stopped, and the little boy was seen to get up on his own, and wiped his cheeks, which might still be holding tears, with his sleeve.

I heard my father's reassuring laughter. In the sunset, the father once again took the child's hand and walked into the distance. In the sunset, the shadow of the happiness of father and son stretched long, and became a beautiful scenery in this beautiful field.

It's so bright that people are a little moved, and some shocks overflow from the bottom of ...... heartThere were a few larks flying high in the sky, flying so high that only a few small black dots could be seen. Xin Qiji's "rice flowers say a good year in the fragrance of rice flowers, and listen to the sound of frogs" is gratifying; Fan Zhongyan's "The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention" The scenery outside the plug is touching; Su Shi's "pine sand road is clean and mud-free, and the rain is crying in the twilight" is ......fascinatingAnd I, on the other hand, are more nostalgic for that beautiful dusk, nostalgic for the beautiful scenery built by the father and son under the sunset in the dusk, especially moved by the father's most cruel and deepest love for his son.

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