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In daily study, work, and life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, and they are very familiar with composition, which can be divided into time-limited and non-time-limited compositions according to the different writing time limits. I believe that writing an essay is a headache for many people, the following is a 650-word essay on the scenery in my eyes that I have collected and sorted out, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.
Dark clouds spread all over the sky, the originally blue sky began to rain, as big as beans, the rain fell on the canopy, making a "boom" sound, fell on the windowsill, fell on the ground, stirred up layers of waves, the wind blew, the half-open window penetrated a trace of coolness, I couldn't help but pull my clothes, trying to let myself be all wrapped.
There is a bicycle storage near my house. That day, I stumbled upon an older couple dressed in thin clothes in the opposite place where the bikes were stored. Clothes, the face is like a ravine, there are a few strands of black hair in the white hair, the back is bent, the old couple is holding a plastic tarpaulin in their hands, the two of them are facing the wind, braving the rain, hurriedly covering the bicycle with a tarpaulin, not letting the car be wet by the rain, and in an instant, the shelter is covered with rows of bicycles.
The wind, mischievous like a child, blew away the shelter that the old couple had just built, and blew up the treetops, to the roadside, to the rain, and to the distance with the wind. The old couple hurriedly ran to pick it up and cover it again, the water on the road wet the old couple's trouser legs, and even more wet the old couple's thin clothes, the wind seemed to be more naughty, more and more violent, piece by piece of safe haven, endless, built, demolished.
The old man limped to a corner, struggled to pick up a large stack of bricks, limped again, and walked carefully to the bicycle, the rain ran down the old man's hair and face, drop by drop, like a warm current dripping into my heart, the old man quickly ran to help, her feet slipped, and she fell on the ground filled with rain, she struggled to support her upper body with her hands, slowly retracted her more flexible left foot, and worked hard to stand up with her hands and feet, her face was a little painful, and one side of her body was also stained with mud, The moment she moved her footsteps, she pressed her right waist with her mud-stained hand, and ran to help like a little swallow looking for her mother, and the old couple worked together to press the four corners of the new haven with bricks.
The wind roared and the rain poured down, and at this time, the old couple was also soaked all over, but the old couple just wiped their sideburns and white hair wet with the rain with their hands, looked at each other and smiled, helped each other, and walked under the eaves.
The rain continued to fall, but there was the old couple and a dazzling haven on the other side, warming the already relentless storm.
An old couple in the rain, this is the most beautiful scenery in my eyes.
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Giving up is also a form of wisdom.
When I was a child, my parents taught me that in order to become a strong person in life, you must learn to be strong, persistent, and never give up. With this belief, I went through my student days, lived strongly, pursued persistently, never gave up easily, and became a good student in the eyes of my teachers.
However, as I gradually tried to live independently, I realized that I could not develop more hobbies, fulfill some good wishes, and get good grades in some aspects. I doubted myself about this, doubting the power of never giving up, until a teacher told me that there is a kind of strength called giving up. He said that people have limited time and energy, and it is impossible to have potential in all aspects, and many times we need to learn to give up.
Giving up does not mean a dereliction of duty in life, it is an opportunity in life. Because if you completely reject one direction, you will never need to waste energy thinking and judgment, but you can have more self, which is also a kind of "liberation".
Giving up is a kind of wisdom, a kind of pride, and a deeper level of enterprising. Sometimes we struggle because we carry too much on our backs; The reason why it is too heavy is because it will not give up yet. Fame and fortune often smile and put people to death.
The poet Rabindranath Tagore said: When the wings of a bird are tied to the **, it will not fly far. Learn to give up, in order to unload all kinds of burdens of life, travel lightly, meet the turning point of life, and survive the ups and downs; Only by knowing how to give up can we have a maturity, and we will be more fulfilling, calm and relaxed.
Give up sorrow, be with happiness, give up fame and fortune, and step into a transcendent situation.
The glimmer of the morning faded away from the stars in the sky. In the last moments, the stars are still in the distance telling us about the dreams of the previous night, comforting those who are about to wake up and those who have woken up and are about to face loneliness. The stars tell us what is quiet beauty, what fantasy is, and what romance is.
Am I the first to wake up and say goodbye? I hope yes and I hope not, because I long to have a quiet conversation with the stars and say something touching and hidden in my heart, but at the same time, who of us does not long for that delightful soulmate, and it is better to send them off with them?
Tatsumi is about to go away, to the other side that is far away from us, and I see him off with my dear friend, in the misty sky, in dreamlike thoughts. There was no sadness for all of us, except for the faint sentimentality, because we all knew that there was another world on the other side of Tatsuno.
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Beauty, lingering in the world, pay attention to life with a good eye of discovery, you will sigh - there is no scenery in the world.
There is no scenery anywhere in the world. Read, thick cultural history. The majestic grandeur of "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets over the long river" is a landscape; The sadness and melancholy of "when is the bright moon, ask the wine to the blue sky" is a landscape; "There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the pride and self-confidence of hanging on the clouds and sailing the sea" is a landscape; "Ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward" is a landscape.
Thick and profound culture is an indispensable landscape in the world.
There is no scenery anywhere in the world. Lo and behold, the crystallization of human ingenuity. The majestic Great Wall, which stretches for thousands of miles, is a sight; The pyramid of the miracle of the miraculous and strange civilization is a sight; The infinite expanse of the broadband world is a landscape; The grand blueprint of flying to the extraterrestrial world is a sight to behold.
In ancient and modern times, the crystallization of human wisdom is an indispensable landscape in the world.
There is no scenery anywhere in the world. Listen, the echo of life. A young man took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to a beggar who was less than 1 meter long.
In the middle of the night, the beggar limped to the donation box 30 meters away, stuffed the 100-yuan bill into the box, and took out a few coins from his coat pocket and put them in the box. The sound of the coin is the beggar's kind and sincere heart, the echo of life, and the inner heart, which is an indispensable landscape in the world.
When you open your eyes and look back at the world with a beautiful eye and a warm feeling, you will exclaim that the world is full of scenery.
You're not going to have to do it too, are you?
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