What is the most beautiful back you ve ever seen?

What is the most beautiful back you've ever seen? Different people have different answers to this question. Probably the greatest back you have ever seen is the back of your parents.

Maybe the most handsome back you've ever seen is the back of the hero's return. Maybe you've ever seen the most ** back beauty beautiful back. And I think the most beautiful backs are these few.

I think the most beautiful background is when we have nothing to do, and when we are in trouble, we can still help us to come to a personal figure, Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty once wrote such a poem about such a thing.

The author Du Mu was in a very bad situation when he made this poem, the author was demoted in his thirties, and went to Yangzhou as an inconsequential petty official, just imagine a hot-blooded man in his thirties who was confused in his career wrote this poem in a boring afternoon and gave it to a young singer, the "thirteen more" in the poem was unmistakably determined to be a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, just like the bud of cardamom to be released, this metaphor is very accurate and vivid. The first sentence describes the posture and posture of a young girl; The second sentence uses flowers as a metaphor for people; Three or four sentences, with stars and moons, write a lot of beauties in Yangzhou, but she is the only one. The technique is strong and weak, the language is concise, swaying freely, the emotions are sincere and clear, and the heart is clear.

Du Mu's life, lamentation overlapping and joy and sorrow. Perhaps it was the frustration of his career that made him see the face of the ruler clearly, made him have a heroic and handsome character, and made his poems have deep thoughts on the rise and fall of society and his vow to despise the powerful and never join the stream, <>

However, no matter how beautiful the text is, there were no cameras in ancient times after all. So today I am not talking about Du Mu, but about the refraction from his poems to the people in modern life - the most beautiful back.

There is a saying that with the motherland, we have thousands of small families, and if there is no Chinese New Year's Eve, the moment when fireworks bloom in the downtown area, the back of the person who is still standing guard on duty. How can we live this year in peace?

When I was a child, I learned a text, Zhu Ziqing's back. At the station, my father asked me to stand and wait, and when I turned around, my trembling and resolute back was really moving. There are many things that happen to us in life, happy, sad, and angry.

Every day, we have to face the backs of many people, some customers, some friends, some strangers, and their backs are just a symbolic departure for us.

If I'm concerned, the most beautiful back I've ever seen in my life is my brother's back. It's worth mentioning that he wasn't my biological brother, just a classmate of mine from college. At that time, I was cheated of thousands of yuan, and I was under pressure to pay back Alipay Huabei, and I was embarrassed to ask my family for living expenses, and I didn't have the face to ask for it.

So I was so desperate that I couldn't do anything. Suddenly, I had a few thousand more Alipay, and I saw that it was my friend who transferred it, so I quickly ran to his dormitory to find him, and when I first arrived, I saw that he was about to go out, and I asked him where he was going and why he transferred money to me. He smiled and said to me, aren't you short of money, use it first, I have made a lot of money from my part-time job recently.

After saying that, he left with his bag on his back. I looked at his back and there was a little stalk.

The back is a very sacred thing, it represents a person, completely handing over his rear to you, is the trust in you, the care and love for you. We should cherish those people in our lives who are willing to show their backs, their weakest and softest places, and these people will be our lifelong friends.

After coming out to work, most of the backs we encounter are the backs of the boss after accusing you, the backs of colleagues asking you to help you leave in style, and the sincere backs between friends, not much.

1.There are many beautiful things, and the back is one of them.

In the text many years ago, after studying Zhu Ziqing's "Back", I had a preliminary understanding of "back", and the backs of different people have different emotional sustenance. The father's back is like a mountain, the mother's back is kind and gentle, and the lover's back is love at first sight.

2.What do you like about your back?

The red vest skirt, the tactful steps, the winding path leads to the secluded place, a back, a wooden bridge, a green forest, walking slowly, thoughtful, if enlightened. She seemed to be thinking about when the eldest son of Aunt Wang's family next door would return, and she seemed to be watching the birds in the trees in front of her in pairs.

3.Girl looking at the sea.

The sea breeze gently blows her slender hair, fluctuating in the wind, wave after wave, red dress, the sea and her at this moment reflect each other, quiet and far-reaching, breathing between the beauty and love at first sight.

4.She loves freedom and uninhibitedness.

Since she was a child, she likes to have long hair, and now she is slim, with long hair and shawls, which is even more rare, she stands there, there is beauty, no need for words.

The most beautiful back I've ever seen is my mother's back.

At that time, I had just begun to leave my family to study outside, and I was very reluctant and very nostalgic. Every time my mom had to leave school and go home, I was so sad that many times I was in tears. And at that time, motorcycles were still relatively valuable, because cars were not yet popular, and second-hand motorcycles could sell well, so some people sold them secretly.

That's why my mom would put a safety lock on the wheels of the motorcycle. When she was leaving, I stood by and watched her crouch down and unlock the safety lock, see her wearing a hard hat, and then watch her urge me to go back and ride away.

To this day, I am still very impressed with this scene. I always remember the way she walked farther and farther away in my eyes, and I always remembered her thin but firm back. No matter how much scenery I have seen in my life, and how many forced street photos I have seen, I can't compare to the back of my mother when she returned home.

When I read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's back, I didn't feel much, but I experienced it myself, and I realized that I could really see my family's love for me from a silent back.

I think that this memory, this memory of my mother's back, will always be engraved in my mind, even if I am old, even if I am dying, I will never forget it.

The most beautiful back I have ever seen of a woman is my mother's back, it is changing, and my feelings about this back are also changing.

When I was a kid, I was playful and didn't like school, but I was old enough to go to school. My mom lied to me that school was fun, and I wanted to go as soon as I heard that it was fun. But when I got to school, I regretted it, there were no toys in the classroom, not even a TV, just a desk, a stool, a blackboard, and a female teacher who looked particularly annoying.

My mom taught me to the teacher, and I turned around and left, and I was crying and watching her back as she left the classroom, and the feeling in my heart was sad, sad that my mom threw me into school and left by herself.

Later, I also learned that going to school is a thing that must be experienced, so I didn't make a fuss. When I was in junior high school, I started to rebel and started not accepting the discipline of adults. I've been boarding since junior high school, going home every two weeks, and my mom comes to see me once a week, brings me something, and tells me a few words.

At that time, I didn't understand, I just felt annoyed, I always felt that I was an adult, I didn't need so much nonsense, and when my mother looked at me, my feeling was to go quickly, I still had to go to play, I didn't want to listen to your nagging. Looking at her back as she walked from the dormitory to the school gate, I was glad at that time.

Junior high school and high school passed like this, I was admitted to college, and I was leaving home. I hadn't grown up at the time, and I thought I could finally go out on my own. My mom sent me to school, and after a few days at school they went back, I looked at my mom's back, I didn't feel anything, I just felt weird, I couldn't tell what it was like, but I felt that she was old.

The freshman year passed like this, and I stayed at home for more than a month during the summer vacation, and because I went out for a year, I was not very rebellious, and my relationship with my family was very good. Originally, the date of my start of school was. , but I need to go back early because of something at school.

Yesterday my mother dropped me off at the train station, I looked at the back of her leaving and suddenly tears fell, I was very empty in my mind at that time, I didn't think about anything, just looked at the back of my mother leaving, farther and farther away, until I couldn't see.

There are groups of beauties on the street, and there are beautiful women on the train, you can say that their backs are very beautiful and seductive, but I think these backs are the same, and the most beautiful back is the mother's back, which is the worry of the mother of the child, and the ruthlessness of the years, but also the most sincere expectation of a mother for her child.

Then, we walked forward along the path that day, some of the old people in the park were singing together, the melodious singing was crisp and loud, showing the majesty of the contemporary elderly, some were dancing with their own beautiful **dancing, followers**, they danced, they would not lose to the professional dancers at all, their faces were filled with satisfied smiles, the activities done by these elderly people were all done at the right time, and they were very harmonious from behind, adding a touch of vitality to this park.

This is the most beautiful back I have ever seen, this is true happiness.

When I think of this, I always think of winter mornings before dawn. When I was in middle school, my grandmother would get up every time I went to school to cook for me and drop me off at the station. When I wake up in the morning, I can always see my grandmother busy in the kitchen, cooking for me.

Under that yellow glow, I always feel a lot.

And every time it was still dark, my grandmother would drop me off at the station with a flashlight. Every time I leave home, I feel very reluctant. Walking on that road, you will also feel inexplicably at ease.

So, every time I feel very different when winter is not yet bright. Walking on a path with a flashlight will also be ruthless. When I get in the car, I will always look at the back, which is very beautiful and reluctant.

I have a very deep impression of winter, and I don't know what caused it. In the winter, I am always unusually awake. When my grandmother got up early every day to fetch coal, and when she was clearing the snow at home.

I'm used to my grandmother's cooking, my grandmother's habits. My grandmother, including many of my little habits, also knows that many of these are also taught to me by her ears and eyes. For example, you have to know how to be polite, you have to learn to cook, and many more.

Afraid that one day I will really lose her, I think everyone will have a very reluctant feeling for grandma and grandpa. I'm afraid that one day I will never see her back again, and I will never see her figure in the dim light in the kitchen. I am very reluctant and don't want her to grow old.

But every time I see my ** when I was a child, when my grandmother was young, I always feel the passage of time.

Although I have experienced few things now, I can't talk about a lifetime at the age of the beginning of ten. It's too early, but I'll still keep the most precious and beautiful things in my heart so far. It's like grandma's warmth and security, or other beautiful things.

I have liked the back of idol, and there are many beautiful young ladies' backs, but the most reassuring thing is the back of my grandmother who has been warm to me for nearly 20 years.

Speaking of the back of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I think it's like Zhu Ziqing's famous work "Back", not how beautiful her posture is, nor how beautiful her face is, but her feelings that infuse this most beautiful back. I wasn't big at the time, but I remember that back very well in my heart.

It was a snowy day. In the central region south of the Yangtze River, we are cold and humid in winter, especially when it snows. The snow on our side is not like the northern ocean sprinkled in patches, but has a strong sense of stagnation, snowflakes, no, or snow particles?

When it falls into your neck, it's a cold drop. There is generally no heating here, mainly relying on this body to resist the overwhelming magic attack, no matter how thick the down jacket is, the cold slowly invades from the soles of the feet, climbs to the buttocks and entrenches, and runs up again, straight to the top of the head. Our classrooms are not heated, not in very good condition, and there is no air conditioning.

This year is 2008, there are ** and there are Olympics, and people in the south will not forget the snow disaster at the end of 08.

It was really cold when I went to school, and there was ice on the telephone poles. Today, the school has a power outage again, the lights in the classrooms are not turned on, it is still snowing outside, the sky is dark, and everything looks dim and dark. Wearing fingerless gloves to write the lecture homework assigned by the teacher, his fingers were red from the cold.

After the teacher finished the homework, he went to the office to roast the fire, and the remaining half of the class was for self-study. Few people can calm down to complete the assigned homework, there is a sound of rustling in my ears, I followed them to look out the window, it was very cold outside the window, although the cold winter in the south indoor and outdoor temperature is no different, but the students sitting by the window are still frozen and shrink their necks.

Who's outside the window? The clouds outside were overcast, and the background between the heavens and the earth was very gray, and the snow had not yet covered the earth, but the remnants of snow in the flower beds were mixed with yellow soil, and there was no trace of whiteness. Who is the man outside the window?

In such a cold weather, staying outside the window like this, carrying an insulated lunch box, leaving us with a back, how familiar is that back? How many times have I seen her leave me with this back. Maybe it's after putting the quilt on me in the evening, maybe it's after sending me to a hobby class.

She was wearing a nice long white down jacket, and I could imagine the front part of the down jacket, with a plum blossom at the waist. How familiar I am with her. This kind of weather, that down jacket, simply can't resist the constant snow beads and the continuously decreasing temperature.

She brought me lunch with a thermos. I don't know if she's on leave today, I don't even know how long she's been standing outside the window, the person I know best, my mother, her back is the most beautiful in my heart.

I've seen her back many times, and never has it hit me so the back this time. More than ten years have passed, and I have never forgotten the back of my mother who brought me a cup of hot soup in the cold weather.