The beautiful scenery in my heart 500 words write the scene of the hurry, hurry, hurry! An hour, 1

One afternoon in early autumn, I had nothing to do, and I walked east alone, and I came to East Lake.

East Lake is the scenic area of our town, the lake is not big, only half an acre of square pond. But the water is clear and bright, and the sunken stone blocks at the bottom of the lake, the stone paths and wooden bridges on the lake surface, and the reeds and thorns are contrasting with each other. When there is no wind, the surface of the lake is like a mirror, and the autumn sun and the white clouds in the sky flash in and out of the lake, playing to your heart's content.

Occasionally, a breeze swept by, and a pool of ripples rippled on the mirror-like surface of the lake, teasing the sun, and the sunlight blinked its eyes and shot silver light, so that the whole lake sparkled.

The weeping willows on the shore of the lake are still slim and graceful. Like a quiet girl, silently accompanied by the lake. Although it is autumn, the willow leaves are still green, and the soft branches dance on the surface of the lake.

It makes people feel the charm of nature in silence. When I walked under the tree and took a closer look, I found that the green willow leaves were occasionally mixed with a few yellow leaves, conveying the message of autumn to people.

Walk east along the path by the lake, but come to a peach forest. The delicious fruit of the peach tree is gone. The peach leaves are turning from green to yellow, and this changing color makes me feel the charm of autumn again.

Walking through the peach forest and looking east, the beautiful and delicate Mt. Tateyama comes into view. The pine and cypress of the mountain put on a green coat that will never fade for the hill. On a clear afternoon, the sky appears extraordinarily high and clear, like a giant sapphire.

A flock of birds spreads their wings and soars higher into the blue sky. It's really sky-high!

Linger in this simple and natural, uncarved lake and mountain scenery, smell the unique fragrance of autumn, and forget the troubles of the world for a while. As the sun sets, I am still reluctant to leave the sky, and this beautiful scenery will forever freeze in my heart!

Even though the flower of love has withered, the essence of love never changes.

Inscription. The beauty of spring flowers and the revival of all things, admiring them is only visual, but the true meaning of love can make my heart set off a wave again. The most beautiful scenery in my heart - love.

That bowl of beef noodles told me that love never dies.

On that day, the sky was overcast and the wind was raging, and people couldn't help but shiver, so my mother and I went to the beef noodle restaurant to enjoy a bowl of hot beef noodles, and we ordered two bowls of beef noodles and sat down. At this moment, a young man who seemed to be weak and couldn't help but walk in with an old man who was tightly wrapped. The old man's temples were white, and the wave-like wrinkles had crept up his face.

They asked for two bowls of beef noodles, but the young man walked to the counter, pointed to the clear soup noodles on the menu, and gestured to see a bowl of noodles, a bowl of clear soup noodles, the noodles came, the young man pushed the beef noodles in front of the old man, but he ate the bowl of clear soup noodles. The old man put the beef in the young man's bowl, and said while sandwiching: "You are studying hard outside, eat more!"

Well, Dad, you should eat more, too! So the old man's trembling hands picked up a piece of beef from the bowl and sent it to his mouth, and the young man had a happy smile on his face. The young man put the beef that the old man had given him into his grandfather's bowl.

The old man said happily, "There is a lot of beef in this shop!" "No, there are only a handful of beef, but how can he ......I was wondering in my heart, and when I looked up, I accidentally met the old man's eyes. There was no sparkle in his eyes and in his eyes.

It turned out to be ......At this moment, the proprietress brought them a bowl of mixed beef, and the young man said, "We didn't order this dish!" "I know, the small shop is open today, and a bowl of beef will be given away.

The young man also said no more. I'll do the same. Soon they were gone.

When the boss cleaned up the bowl, he found that there was a 2 yuan under the bowl. No more, no less, is the price of mixed beef.

This scene is still fresh in my memory.

Love doesn't cost anything. Perhaps, just a word of greeting, maybe just a subtle gesture, who can say that this is not a great love?

Every shot of love can reflect a beautiful world. Every interpretation of love has paid the hardships of love, and love exists in every corner. Let the story of love, together with the splendid spring, the richness of summer, the abundance of autumn, and the calmness of winter, enter our dry hearts and plant a green shade of love!

The most beautiful scenery in my heart is love!

The beauty in my heart is like countless stars, as wide as the blue sea, as beautiful as a fairy, like the fragrance of osmanthus, like the sun gradually shedding its orange coat, like...

The beauty in my heart is like countless stars twinkling in the sky, like a few birds flying freely, like an intoxicating orchard, beautiful.

The beauty of the heart is eternal, while the beauty of the outside is ephemeral.

A person who has the beauty of her heart may not have a gorgeous appearance and no wealth, but she has kindness.

Dream - the most beautiful scenery in the heart.

Often, life will rain a red rain for you, cut a piece of colored silk, and draw a rainbow ......There is always something dazzling in your eyes; The years of life are also lost all the time. Only weaving a dream color map - let us always look forward to - the most beautiful scenery in our hearts.

There are often rippling blue waves in your eyes, and it is the green mountains reflected in the rivers and lakes that make you nostalgic? Is it the green bamboo that stops in the green mountains and forests that makes you sigh? It was the tender green grass fluttering in the evening breeze.

Just because it is composing a lively music of life. We are often amazed at the vitality of grass. I think it's just Xiaocao's perseverance in fighting for your dreams that shocked you.

We are often amazed at the bravery of moths fighting fires, and I think it is only because of dreams.

We don't have to be amazed, we don't have to sigh. We just need fire-like enthusiasm to forge our dreams. We just need to have a stoic will to accomplish our dreams. We just need to look back at the most beautiful scenery in our hearts that we have drawn with our pens.

There is a long way to go to achieve your dreams. Perhaps it takes courage to overcome obstacles. Perhaps blood, tears, and sweat are needed as paints, splashes of ink, and color.

The essence is clean and clean, and it is not taught to be filthy and trapped. "Dreams are pure and immaculate. Only the most primitive is the most beautiful.

We can't let filth destroy our hearts and dreams. Bravely look back, look at your semi-finished products, bravely pick up the pen, and continue to paint. Regardless of the outcome.

The most beautiful scenery in my heart is not so easy to find. Just look back and look at the "people". We can think of these two simplest strokes all the way to our dreams. This is the most beautiful in our hearts.

I am always unforgettable: to find the most beautiful scenery in my heart - to find dreams, to take the road of dreams.

A beautiful view in the heart.

Inscription. With the air in the polluted city, I fell asleep ......I got up. After eating some breakfast, I immediately embarked on the road of visiting "friends", and the fragrance of flowers, birdsong, and water accompanied me to the depths of the jungle.

I know where to find the face of the peach blossom with me smiling in the spring breeze.

Everyone obeys the social order, the blind light for others....Aren't they all things you describe?