Excerpt from the essay I am beautiful in my heart of more than 600 words

No matter how my footsteps stop and walk, no matter how things change, I walk again, and enjoy it again.

Walking makes my heart feel good, and I love walking with my roommates.

On campus, my roommate A and I always go downstairs together, stepping on the gravel path with four feet, on the fallen leaves, passing through a few patches of grass, the grass always makes a rhythmic, rhythmic sound, birds chirp overhead, and the green grass is full of life. We always chant poems while walking, you come out of the "breeze and wisps of dark fragrance", I am interested in "the sun and moon and the autumn water of Sungai is long"; From time to time, leisurely look at the surrounding flowers and trees, or look up at the sky, look up at the faint clouds and vague shapes in the sky, and count the few stars in the sky by the way; Holding hands and listening to the interesting stories ...... each other

The joy of walking is to be with my friends, to share with each other, and I enjoy it.

Walking makes my heart feel good, and I love walking with my parents.

Every day after a good meal, my parents and I always go for a walk in the park in the middle of the street. The smoky willow branches fluttered in the wind, gently caressing my cheeks, and I always dragged my mother to the lake, followed by my father. As the lake flowed quietly, I bent down to pick up the pebbles on the ground and threw them around, causing ripples in circles.

My mother also followed my example and threw it, but it was far less than I threw it, and I was a little proud and told my mother, "Even Dad, he won't throw it farther than me." But when my father heard this, he threw a pebble earnestly, and it was not as far as me.

He came up to me and seemed unconvinced. The stones were thrown up one by one and fell one by one, shining like gold in the sun, which could also be stones, and laughter surrounded the park.

The joy of walking is to be with my family, to be in harmony, and I enjoy it.

Walking makes my heart feel good, and I also like to walk alone.

There is always a time every day when I give my heart to myself and walk alone at school, I like the sound of my clothes rubbing against it when I walk through the trees, I like the melody of the breeze blowing and the branches of the trees as if my heart is dancing with it, and walking alone can get me out of the noise. In that short period of time, I always hummed the latest little song I heard, "Can you just keep walking, step by step on the moss path" This is sung to myself; Then while circling the runway, he began to think about Tao Xingzhi's three questions; Or learn to concentrate your mind like a yoga teacher......I love the feeling of being away from everything noisy around me. Over time, my heart has not only become calmer and calmer, but most importantly, I have a deeper understanding of my life.

The joy of walking is also a communication with myself, relaxation, and I enjoy it.

Take a walk, let the mood sprinkle all the way, and experience the beauty of life all the way.

Take a walk that makes my heart feel good.

The heart is beautiful.

Because of the creek, the river and the sea can be far-reaching; Because of the blue sky, the sun is more brilliant; And it is precisely because of the people who are willing to live behind the scenes that there is the splendor of the performers on the stage.

The end of December is filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the streets and alleys are full of lights, and the smiling faces of pedestrians can be seen everywhere. The New Year's party in the class is about to be held, and I am secretly looking forward to becoming one of the hosts.

Being the host of the New Year's class meeting is something I have been looking forward to for a long time. Beautiful costumes, beautiful pronunciation, and the ...... of the audience's gazeI've already presided over several flag-raising ceremonies, so I guess I can be selected.

Imagining myself hosting in front of the stage, my heart is full of joy.

However, the news came that I was the writer of the lead article. "What about the host? I asked, almost anxiously, but I didn't hear my name.

My heart seemed to sink to the cold bottom of the sea, and it seemed that I had seen others become the center of attention on stage, while I could only sit on the sidelines, quietly and silently admiring.

In my thoughts, I glanced at a cheongsam——— which was the costume I wore when I performed at the festival, and my thoughts couldn't help but go back to the past. That day, before singing on stage, I waited backstage. Unexpectedly, the backstage was so lively.

The props group, the scene urging group, and the makeup group ......Everyone was busy non-stop, and although they were behind the scenes, everyone had a beautiful smile on their faces, as if they were proud to say, "Even though I am just a behind-the-scenes worker, I can silently contribute to the performance, and I am just as happy and proud." ”

When I think about this, I can't help but be relieved. I sat down at my desk and began to think quietly. Isn't it just as proud to be able to write a wonderful hosting script?

Being willing to live behind the scenes and being willing to be a foil is a kind of mind, a kind of bearing, and a kind of spirit. Perhaps, when I sit in the audience and watch the host read the script, I will also feel happy that I am a behind-the-scenes worker.

When I think of this, my heart is full of joy.

The green leaves are moistened by the rain and dew, and they appear brighter and brighter; The safflower becomes more brilliant in the sun. And when immersed in the atmosphere of family, what you get is more growth——— beauty in the heart.

I always think that this bustling world is too mechanized, countless vehicles come and go, emitting pungent exhaust fumes, people coming and going, those bicycles, electric cars are driving quickly, acquaintances want to see the most is nodding, and some even feel irrelevant to pass by. There is true love everywhere in the world, but, ** full of love? What I saw was nothing but a numb world.

Riding a bicycle to school, meeting old classmates as if they had never met each other; Buying breakfast in the breakfast car will not be a warm polite word; After class, I will not share anecdotes about my encounters with my classmates. Sometimes, the first thing I say to my classmates at school is, "What was the first class this morning?"

Or "What's the exam today?" I felt that the world was so boring until—

I blew the air conditioner all night that day, and the next morning I was so dizzy that I went to the hospital for an intravenous drip. The hall where the drip is hung is noisy, those who eat instant noodles eat instant noodles, those who play with their mobile phones play their mobile phones, those who play **, and those who smoke cigarettes. I made it to a relatively quiet corner with disgust.

At this time, an elderly couple came into view. Their hair is gray. The old man sat in a wheelchair, tilted his head, and looked at everything around him stupidly, while still muttering something.

Presumably, this is Alzheimer's disease. The old woman sat on the sidelines and hummed a little tune while beating the beat. The old woman hummed tirelessly, and sang another song after singing, and the old man seemed to laugh happily at it.

The old grandmother still sang this song to him, and sometimes told stories, like a mother coaxing a child to be happy and putting her child to sleep. The elderly couple seemed to be wearing a halo all over their bodies under the glow of the sun, like innocent angels, compared with the numb people around them, it seemed that I had reached a beautiful place without hustle and bustle, and at that moment in my heart the wall that closed the world collapsed, it turned out that there was still a true outpouring of true feelings in this world, but there was a lack of eyes to discover.

I realized that when I couldn't read the blackboard clearly, my classmates would borrow my notes; When the chain of my car falls off, my classmates will help me hang it up; When I don't have the money to buy breakfast, my classmates will have a treat...

I discovered the hidden truth of this world, and my heart was full of joy.

The elderly couple was so happy and happy, and my heart was so happy.

Now I am in this world again, and I don't have resentment towards everyone, because everyone's heart is beautiful, and this feeling that moves me linger......s in my heart

Believe it or not, but I have an unusual hobby – washing dishes.

Many people feel that washing dishes is a burden after a full meal. Just as some people are reluctant to wash their clothes after taking a shower, they always finish their laundry in a hurry. Because of this, some trivial and beautiful things in life are ignored. Everyone else thinks of washing dishes as a pain, but I am happy with it.

Soak the greasy dishes in a basin full of foam, carefully wipe them with a thick rag, and then rinse them with clean water, and the original sticky dishes will immediately become smooth and clean. The blue-edged porcelain bowls with water droplets were neatly stacked by me, like exquisite works of art. Wipe off the water droplets, and a sense of accomplishment will arise spontaneously.

What's more, after the oil was washed away, I felt as if something in my heart had gone with the water, becoming delicate and fresh. I wonder if you've ever had that kind of beautiful feeling?

Every morning, the whole family is busy like a charge, the adults are busy going to work, the children are busy going to school, and the family's used rice bowls are always washed by the last person to leave, sometimes even left until the evening. Lunch is solved in the unit or school, so only dinner symbolizes the reunion and relaxation of the family. After the meal, washing the dishes naturally became an opportunity for me to show my filial piety, and I always enjoyed it, while washing the dishes, I talked and laughed with my family, and I didn't feel tired at all.

If the tune of "Wash and Brush" is playing on the TV at this time, I will dance with chopsticks and knock on the bowl on a whim, and sway along with **. Occasionally looking up at the window and the lights of thousands of homes, thinking that maybe there is the same atmosphere under each lamp, I can't help but be intoxicated. Under the warm light, a layer of blue and white light flowed on each bowl.

Every now and then, a hint of warmth and a faint sense of satisfaction wells up in my heart.

For me, washing dishes is not just a chore, it's a way to nourish my life. Whenever family and friends have a meal, the question after a full meal is "who washes the dishes". I said:

I'll wash it, I have this hobby. So people called me "hard-working humor". Hahaha, with this good name, why not?

Someone said to me, "If you were asked to work as a dishwasher, you wouldn't be so happy." "I think so, only such a beautiful family life can allow me to savour the sweetness of the trivial and ordinary.

Brief comment: I didn't expect such a small incident as washing dishes to allow the author to write such a beautiful "big article". Whether it is the process of washing dishes or the details of washing dishes, they are all spread out without any sense of artificiality. For example, when you wash the dishes, "the sticky dishes immediately become smooth and clean", this scene is very apt; Another example is that after washing the dishes, the sentence "There is a layer of blue and white halo flowing on the bowls", which is beautiful; When describing the inner feelings, the sentence "a trace of warmth and a faint sense of satisfaction" is even more realistic.

Finally, when everyone regards dishwashing as "me" "industrious humor", the sentence "With this good name, why not do it", it better shows the author's thoughts and feelings of loving labor and life.