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It's also a beauty.

Beauty is not only the obvious beauty of the appearance, but also the beauty of the soul! —Epigraph.

Brush, brush" The rain outside is still falling, God doesn't seem to give this girl face to make the rain smaller, but to make the rain bigger! "It's really annoying, this girl still has to go to class today, my God, what kind of attitude do you have! I said angrily, pointing to the sky.

Seeing that it was about to be class time, I reluctantly picked up my schoolbag and went out with an umbrella.

I stood on the side of the road, keeping my eyes on the road in front of me. Today, for some reason, I stood for a while, and I didn't even see a taxi or rickshaw, maybe because of the heavy rain! Just as I was about to go home and not get ready to go to class, a rickshaw miraculously appeared in front of me.

It was an uncle I didn't know on the bike, and I waved my hand from afar as if I had seen a savior, and I was so happy! The uncle hesitated, but stopped the rickshaw, and I immediately put away my umbrella and got into the car.

On the way to the Children's Palace, I learned that my uncle had an urgent matter to rush home and had no intention of doing this business. But seeing that I was in a hurry, he decided to help me. I listened and was so moved.

The owner asked me, "Are you in a hurry?" I saw that the rain outside was heavy enough, and it must be difficult to ride, so I said

It's okay, there's no hurry! "But he seemed to know what I was thinking and rode harder.

It's raining, and the car is speeding away. After a while, they arrived at the Children's Palace. I picked up my umbrella and got out of the car, and I asked him:

How much? "Two bucks. "It's only two dollars?

With such a heavy rain, I thought he would ask for four or five yuan! I hurriedly took out the money, but I was stunned for a moment: I was only concerned with the umbrella before, but I put the pocket money on the table.

My head grew all of a sudden: "No—no money." "My face is red to the base of my neck, and the embarrassment is gone!

The uncle looked understanding and said, "It's okay, uncle sometimes forgets." In the same small town, I am afraid that 500 years ago it was still a family.

I don't need money this time, little girl, go quickly! Otherwise, it's too late to go to class. "But?

Don't be! Uncle is on his way too! "Thank you, uncle!

He soon disappeared into the rain, but I will never forget his sincere face, his big smile, and his face full of water droplets. The rain soaked his clothes, but I believe it was more sweat. His dress is so simple, his appearance is so ordinary, but his figure is so tall and moving.

It turns out that this is also a kind of beauty! The beauty that that ordinary-looking uncle possessed was the beauty of the heart, a diamond-like beauty!

Spring is beautiful.

In the spring, everything on the earth recovers, and the little swallows fly back from the south one after another. The trees pull out new branches and grow tender green leaves. The snow on the mountains melted and merged into a stream.

Uncle Farmer grows vegetables in the garden. The baby bees also began to collect honey. The little bird stands on the branch and sings a cheerful song. The hibernating little animal woke up to see that it was the new Spring Festival.

When the wind blows, the wildflowers are scented. Spring is really like a painting.

Yes! Spring is so beautiful.

What should be the name of the essay you are asking, and what is the name?

There is a beauty called giving up.

gave up silently, giving up a favorite but unfated friend;

Giving up some kind of invested but unrewarded feeling;

Let go of some kind of spiritual expectation;

Abandon a certain thought;

At this point, a sense of sadness arises, but this sadness does not prevent oneself from starting over.

In the new time and space, I will re-listen to ** and tell the story again!

Because it is a natural goodbye and renunciation, it is full of detachment and therefore sad beauty!

There was a feeling that I wanted it to be forever.

It took many years to realize that it had faded away.

Later, I realized that what we held in our hands was not necessarily what we really had, and what we had was not necessarily what we really engraved in our hearts!

In fact, many times in life, you need to consciously give up!

There are too many beautiful things in the world, and we have been yearning for and pursuing the beauty that we don't have.

Hustle and bustle in order to get.

In fact, what you really need is often understood after many years, and you don't even know what to end up with for a lifetime!

And for the beauty we already have, we have a sense of apprehension and worry because of the experience of often gaining and losing.

The sigh of the sunset, the trouble of flowers blooming and falling, life is unhappy!

For the time to have, maybe we are losing.

And when we give up, maybe we are regaining.

Those who understand understand give up, those who are true understand sacrifice, and those who are happy understand detachment.

I didn't come to this world because of you, but I fell in love with this world because of you!

If I can be with you, I will be grateful to the world, and if I can't be with you, I will walk away silently.

But still not lose love and gratitude for the world.

I am grateful to God for allowing me to meet you and parting with you, to complete a poem that God has created. ”

Life has given us endless sorrow and failure, but also given us eternal answers.

So, Enron gave up and stuck to a detachment.

There is a feeling that only when insomnia admits that it is "lovesickness", there is a kind of fate that always believes that it is "eternal" after waking up from a dream, there is a kind of gaze that always sees "attachment" after breaking up, and there is a mood that always understands that it is "lost" after parting.

(A kind of setback) is called (growth).

Write about the experiences of failure when you were young, and what experiences you gained through failure to accompany your growth.

There's a silence called listening, or there's a power called friendship.

Just explain your point of view around the topic, and you're good to go! Thank you!

First thought: There is a kind of (love) called (silence) to write about fathers, and it's Father's Day soon, so it's best to write about this.

There is an experience called suffering.

There is a kind of happiness called agreement.

There is a beauty called Strong, Mutual Aid, Nature.

There is a kind of love called obscurity.