This article on the topic of Also Beautiful should be no less than 600 words 40

This kind of topic is still very easy to write, 600 words are generally written in junior and senior high school exams.

Life is full of regrets. Sometimes, regret is not a kind of beauty, but this beauty has to pay a high price, often heartache, often missed, but buried there forever, this is an unforgettable memory, no matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of it from your heart.

It is a pity to have a withered flower, but it can melt into the soil to nourish all things; The bird with broken wings is a pity, but it can sing beautiful notes; Beethoven was a pity, but the Seventh Symphony was shocking; The severed arm of Venus is a pity, but its beauty amazes the whole world.

Regret is a sugar wrapped in bitterness, and sweetness is its aftertaste. The fate of Li Bai, who has been repeatedly excluded and has been excluded all his life, is bitter, but his pride of "five-flowered horses, daughters, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine", and the free and easy "An Neng can break his eyebrows and bend his waist to make me unhappy", has made many literati and ink writers yearn for it; Tao Yuanming's abandonment of his official position is regrettable, but his elegantness of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan" has made many people's hearts pound. They threw away the bitter coat and tasted the sweetness behind the regret, and their lives became beautiful and otherworldly.

Regret can sometimes be a virtue. A teenager with a mutilated left arm asked a coach for wrestling advice, and the coach simply asked him to repeat one move. In one competition, he unexpectedly won the championship.

He was puzzled and asked for advice from his coach. The coach told him that the only way to crack the move was to grab the opponent's left arm, which was exactly what the coach taught him.

Regret is also a kind of beauty, you don't have to regret your appearance, you have a sincere heart; There is no need to regret the missteps of today, and tomorrow's success will be even more brilliant. The water does not have to regret his weakness, he can nourish all things and nourish the people; The bee does not have to feel sorry for being born thin, and the honey he brews is loved by the people.

Regret is not incompetence, it is a gain in another sense; Regret is not weakness, he is another form of greatness; Regret is not frustration, he is the pursuit of another direction.

Regret is a kind of beauty, a beauty that transcends the norm, it has the power to shock people's hearts, and it is surrounded by the magic of all things. This kind of beauty is more desirable and more seductive to pursue. In the face of the regret of blossoming flowers and changing the old look with a new look, we can't help but be sad; In the face of today's missteps, we will always regret it; In the face of poverty, we can't help but feel heartache.

However, if we can discover the unique beauty behind the sadness, remorse, and heartache, life will become beautiful and alluring.

In the face of regrets, please use a different mood to explore beauty and welcome the future.

The fallen leaves are also beautiful.

Colorful flowers, like the nine heavenly fairies dancing on the green leaves, are refreshing. However, "the Buddha wants gold, and people want clothes", let alone a flower? If there is no selfless foil of green leaves, how can there be bright laughter of flowers?

If there are no different forms of green leaves, how can there be the qualifications of flowers? Compared to green leaves, flowers are probably a little inferior! However, the green leaves can never compare to the colorful butterflies flying all over the sky - falling leaves!

Autumn in the city is dull, the green leaves on almost every tree are frozen yellow, and almost every flower cannot endure the biting cold wind and the cold silence. When no one wants to stand in this silent world, only the fallen leaves are willing to sacrifice their weak lives to bring vitality, vitality and beauty to the earth. Only the fallen leaves do not forget to fall into the embrace of the soil until they die—it is the soil that feeds their mother, and it is the mother who gives them a short but beautiful life.

They lie contentedly at their mother's feet, like sprinkled flowers, and after showing off their last extraordinary dance, they rest in peace! Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. Perhaps in many years, they will mingle happily with the earth.

Even if the body is rotten, the heart will never be oxidized; Even if fate is tortuous, the face never leaves his cheeks; Even if life is no longer young, it always retains the innocence and cheerfulness of a child in his chest. In that not-so-beautiful soil, there are beautiful souls buried! We can vaguely see their graceful dancing posture and feel the moving temperament to the fullest.

But all this is no longer something that ordinary people can appreciate&hllip;&hllip;Perhaps hundreds of years later, after generations of "hardship", they are buried deep under the gravel roads, trampled by countless vehicles and pedestrians day and night. Their mothers also "died honorably" and could not even save the roots. They wept in the darkness, stupidly proud of their mother, and in the distance, and countless fallen leaves danced to their heart's content.

Can the kindness of fallen leaves close the "dark door" in people's hearts? Can the beauty of fallen leaves slightly moisten the corners of people's eyes? On a sunny day, the "greenhouse effect" is rampant with the help of people, but the human world begins to freeze, and the flying leaves are still as beautiful as ever.

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