Write an essay on the topic of Beautiful Moments .

Updated on educate 2024-03-21
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-07

    Since I was a child, I have loved watching fireworks and watching the beauty of that moment. When I was a child, I saw its colors, and in the deep sky, a shining heart suddenly appeared. It's like a lot of stars flashing, winking at me, and hiding mischievously, and I'm always clamoring for fireworks.

    When I was in junior high school, I watched the fireworks and wondered if one day, I would make my own fireworks and become my name. I also continued to enjoy the beauty of the fireworks. Now in high school, watching fireworks, I feel much more complicated, I seem to see the hollow in the heart of fireworks, although it has shining starlight, but its beauty is only for a moment, with a ** sound, it released all the energy of the body, ending its life!

    I think I may be envious of fireworks, because it is only beautiful, it is only happy, it has no troubles ......I like to stand on the platform on the twentieth floor, watching the fireworks around me one after another, one after another, the ** sound washes away my sorrows, and the beautiful fireworks give me comfort. Fireworks are beautiful, however short-lived. Is it true that all the good things in the world are short-lived?

    I have always believed that I can successfully leave a record in the journey of learning that I can be proud of when I grow up. However, I don't know how long and arduous the process is, and it is not smooth. Fireworks flashed in front of my eyes again, perhaps, a person's life is like fireworks.

    Overcoming obstacles with difficulty, I lit my own path forward along the way, and bloomed myself with the guidance and encouragement of others. So, when I am lost, I always think of fireworks--- one day I will bloom myself!

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    A couple climbed a mountain, the husband was faster than the wife, and when he was about to reach the end, the rock that the husband had climbed could not bear his weight, and he stumbled, and the people at the bottom of the mountain gasped when they saw this thrilling moment. I saw that at this critical moment, my wife resolutely hugged her husband who was slipping, and the two hugged the falling valley. A traveler captured this unforgettable moment.

    Their love is so singable, and it is manifested in this moment. I guess when they fell, they clasped their hands, turned their love into that staring gaze, and then fell silently and calmly to death.

    Yes, this precious moment contains selfless love, fearless courage, and speechless calmness.

    In the wilderness of my hometown, on the pure flowers, beautiful butterflies are flying happily, swaying their freedom.

    Suddenly, a white arc crossed in front of my eyes, and I ran towards it, scattering the butterflies around me. I saw that the white arc just now was drawn by the delicate white butterfly with its own body. I held it up with an equally white flower, and it flapped its wounded wings, and the rhythm gradually slowed down, and I was speechless at it, burying it and the flower in the ground.

    There are precious moments in the world; The graceful landing of butterflies, the poignant fall of maple leaves, and the brilliant moments of fireworks are not the brilliant moments of their lives? They fought bravely in this moment, no matter whether the result was gone, but they also worked hard, struggled, and died without regrets. That's the preciousness of the moment.

    Animals and plants are all fighting in this moment, let alone people? The preciousness of life lies in the process, and the process is formed by this moment, we must be worthy in the face of death, let us start from this moment, in this moment flashes the light of our struggle!

    Cherish this precious moment!

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