Chinese composition 800 words, preferably 1000 words A Different Landscape .

The April sky has an almost transparent blue. I can't describe how beautiful the sky is, only when I look up, I have a feeling of being shocked; The sky is so clean, like a child's simple eyes, so clear and pure that it is calm; The sky is so ethereal, as far away as a world away, that the surrounding scenery and glitz can only be a background. Occasionally, clouds like marshmallows float by, in a variety of forms, making people reverie infinitely.

When the tidal wave of sunlight shines through the clouds, I suddenly like the feeling of being cared for by the sun, like a big embrace with happiness.

On the day of Qingming, the weather was very good. I followed my mother to my grandfather's house. It's been a long time, and everything has changed dramatically, the dilapidated old houses have been built into beautiful villas, and the muddy paths have been paved with clean asphalt.

The vines had been erected into a gazebo, only the oleander that I had planted when I was a child had not been cut down, it was still so thin and short, and I stood quietly in front of the oleander and watched calmly. "When I built the house last year, I said that I would cut it down and make a swing here and make a fish pond next to it, but your grandfather didn't let you live or die, saying that you said when you were a child that you wanted to see this oleander grow up with you. My uncle touched my head and said with a smile, I quietly buried my head and felt the long-lost touch that my grandfather brought me.

The bluebird of memory crosses the barrenness of time, and I vaguely remember that when I was a child, I always pulled my good friends to giggle in the old house, and played very naughtily with the bird's nest; I can also recall the scenes of running and laughing together in the rain, going home soaked and being scolded, but I still can't stop the excitement in my heart; those scenes where they skipped class together to hide on the lawn in the mountains and listen to new Black Box songs; the scene of going to the alley to eat spicy tang together; Hang a small card of New Year's wishes on this oleander ......There is too much happiness in this old house and this oleander. I remember, it's just that the time is too thin, the fingers are too wide, and the beauty slips too fast. I sat in my chair and the fond memories flooded in.

Although the old house was very dilapidated, there was no lack of joyful laughter, and the sky was very blue, the heart was small, and the road was very wide, and it was different in my memory, because I understood that the memories were beautiful and we could not go back after all. Now, the new house is very clean and beautiful, even hundreds of times better than before, but I still think the old house is the most beautiful symbol.

Stand in the sun, look at the blue sky and white clouds, and listen to the wind sweeping across every rooftop dancing in the air like a fairy. Thinking of the old times, that different scenery swayed in the wind. Looking at the house and oleanders that were more beautiful than before, I smiled slightly, I don't know how to express how beautiful the blue sky is, how beautiful the house is, how beautiful my oleanders are.

I just smiled slightly, and in this silence, the light of dusk was projected from the western sky, enveloping all the scenery standing in the sunset, beautiful and quiet.