It s also a beautiful landscape essay

It was the season when the autumn wind had just risen, although the summer had only gone far away, but the impetuousness of the cicadas had gone away, and there were a few more broken leaves in the wind, on the leisurely path where the sunset was sprinkled, an elderly couple twisted and turned under the faint yellow halo, and there were a few strands of silver hair fluttering in the wind, they looked at each other from time to time, every time, there was always a smile on the corner of the mouth, a smile of understanding. At this moment, I suddenly remembered such a sentence, hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. In fact, if they can't keep the green silk and can't stop the white head, what can they do if they can grow old together for life and rely on each other, and they may have no regrets.

It was a beautiful sight that was deeply reflected in my heart. That moment is eternity.

In the quiet summer, the sun shines all over the earth, and the style of "Bodhi willow drunk spring smoke" has long been gone. Blowing on the face, the wind carries the smell of thick shade. Looking at the busy streets, the shadows of dreams and struggles flickered faintly ......The sun, shining, dazzling and hot, once again took to the streets, walking, walking, and listening to that summer song in thousands of footsteps.

People come and go, and in the vast crowd, a figure caught my attention, and at the corner of the street, a scenery came into my eyes. Stopped, still, ......He gently picked the guitar strings and sang in a low voice. And I, but the story in the note, a touch of sadness, touched my heartstrings, and in which I seemed to hear the thirst and expectation for the dream, he may have broken the string on the way to pursue the dream, but he is still pursuing.

When the sound of the strings was quiet, I turned and quickened my pace. I couldn't help but look back, my heart touched slightly, in his body, I understood - dreams, not far away......

It was a beautiful sight that was deeply reflected in my heart. The moment was a flash.

In the splendid spring, a little new green emerged from the branches of Grace, revealing a radiant brilliance, the warm light sun, under the colorful spots of light in the shade of the trees, a few carefree and innocent children were frolicking and playing, giggling and mixing, laughing one after another, and there seemed to be infinite power in the crimson face, making people forget their troubles and remember their happiness. They are running after me on the soft grass, under the mild sun, in the happy years, in the carefree time, and in the irritable world. Looking at them, I found that I had long since alienated myself from this life, forgetting the abundant spring light, while they had become one with the bright scenery around them.

It was a beautiful sight that was deeply reflected in my heart. The moment was brilliant.

Close your eyes and think of the beautiful scenery in every day, every moment, let the sunset have a long aftertaste, let the quiet summer shine brightly, and let the spring be immortal.

A beautiful landscape, full of summer flowers.

As long as you pay attention to life, there is a scenery everywhere, maybe this scenery is not very eye-catching, but it may be the most beautiful and moving scenery you have ever seen.

After taking extracurricular classes, I always feel very relaxed and do everything unhurriedly. This day was no exception, after getting off the bus, I walked slowly home, and I didn't want to get home too early. Alas, it's so boring, it's so fast to get home.

As I thought about it, my pace slowed down a bit. Hey? Is there something going on up ahead?

How can someone pick up something on the ground? I was very curious, so I came closer. That's when I saw it clearly:

It turned out that an uncle was picking up chestnuts that he accidentally dropped on the ground, but he didn't even have a bag in his hand to hold things, how did he pack these chestnuts? My mind was filled with countless doubts.

While I was still struggling with this question, a new rickety figure came into my eyes again, and he bent down and picked up the chestnuts on the ground one by one with his trembling hands. He looked very struggling and difficult, and he had to take a short break for each chestnut before he could pick up a second one, and it took about a minute to pick two chestnuts alone. It was an old man with limited mobility, who looked to be about seventy or eighty years old.

After a few minutes, the old man had a few beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from his head, but he still only picked up a few chestnuts. Even though there were two people picking them, there were still a lot of chestnuts on the ground, so I walked over and helped them pick them up. After picking it up for a short time, I realized that picking up chestnuts is also a very troublesome thing, after picking up this side, there is another side, after picking up that side, there is another place, I even have some thoughts that I don't want to pick up, but seeing that the uncle and the old man have been picking up, I am embarrassed to stop, so I still squatted there and continued to pick up.

Finally, after five minutes, all the chestnuts on the ground were picked up. I walked up to my uncle with a lot of chestnuts in my hand and handed them to him, but when he looked at me, he said to me, "Go and give them to that little sister!"

That's when I noticed that there was a little sister standing not far away, and she was holding a broken bag in her hand. It dawned on me that these chestnuts were not my uncle's ......

Suddenly, I felt that the scene in front of me gradually turned into a beautiful and moving scenery. Although this scenery is ordinary, it is an ordinary beauty.