Junior high school essay to keep the beautiful scenery, the second year of junior high school essay

Take home a copy of this beautiful picture. Or is it a scroll of fine brushwork? "A tree with thousands of spring breezes, tender and soft in gold, I found that she is too short, is there such a window, can retain a fleeting spring? Spring season after season.

This beautiful ** freezes the scenery of this moment into eternity, and I really want to keep this scenery and retain that trace of warmth.

The snowflakes that fall from the mountains dance quickly, adding a touch of beauty to the mountain road.

All the way down the hill. It's rare to have a snowfall, and the tiny snowflakes are white and shiny, so easy to break and melt, it's a pity to see it. The white elf gently landed between the black hair, and there was a feeling like a fairy fluttering.

Looking at this light snowflake, I was so fascinated and wanted to catch it. Following the pace of wind, rain and snow, we came to an ancient street. I looked at the moss-covered stone wall, and saw the path that stretched to the god, and even the sound of footsteps on the ground was so mysterious and beautiful.

Suddenly, a figure slowly appeared in front of me, it was an old man with a wrinkled face, wearing a blue shirt and black pants, muttering something in his mouth, but only hearing "Son, son." According to her, she has Alzheimer's, and she talks about her son every day, always waiting for him to come back for dinner, and she doesn't know what she has done, and her son died in a car accident. "Son, no matter how much you do, come back for dinner!

The old woman's voice sounded in her ears again, and when she looked back, she wiped her hands with her blue shirt and heated the meal again.

It turns out that this old grandmother has such a tragic experience, with a hint of sadness, I was trying to persuade her.

At this time, a young man sat on the chair next to the old grandmother with a bag on his back, "Mom, I'm back, have you waited for a long time, have you cooked the rice?" Come and let's go into the house. "Huh? Is this her son? Her son is not already.

Watching the "son" enter the house with the old grandmother, in the snowy weather, there was a ray of sunlight shining on their faces full of happiness at this time. Seeing that the old grandmother was no longer worried, I also let out a long sigh, it was not easy, the old grandmother finally saw her "son".

Just as he was about to leave, the "son" came out of the house, picked up his phone, picked up ** and prepared to leave. Something to leave again? No, no, no, then the old grandmother will not be in the future.

So, I stepped forward to stop him: "Hello, yours."'Mother is worried about you, so you must visit her often. "I know she misses her son a lot, and I will come to see her often.

I was confused, but later I heard from other tourists that he was also a tourist, and seeing the grandmother like this, he pretended to be her son to comfort her.

In my mind, it was that scene again - the afternoon light, the figure of the "son" and the grandmother, but the intimate feeling was between strangers and strangers.

The snow that day was very beautiful, and the hearts between people were also beautiful, the quaint house, the falling snowflakes were sincere to people's hearts, and they combined a beautiful **. At that moment, the snow stopped, and I felt a little warm, and I really wanted to keep this beautiful scenery!

He has been a blank in my mind since I was a child.

When I was in kindergarten, when I watched children my size with their hands held high above their heads, I felt a sense of envy that arose in my heart, and I tried to bring up vague and scattered fragments about him, but I couldn't find them. The cold touch slid down the face, splashing, shattering, and dissipating.

I often see many people reuniting as a family or sitting around a table. A trace of longing unconsciously arises in my heart, and it slowly rises to my heart until it fills or overflows. At this point, I always want to cry uncontrollably, but I know:

I, no. It's always here, looking back at my side, it's empty and ......

When I was the only one left in the huge home, I could only curl up on the sofa when I was alone in front of the TV with boring anime, cold and lonely alternately full of toes, chilling my body and even more chilling heart.

Who knows how fragile or unbearable it will be to grow up in loneliness and lack companionship.

I have cried uncontrollably in the room countless times, and my eyes are red with tears, but my heart is cold. I recall many blurry and lack of warmth images, but I can no longer feel the temperature at that time.

His appearance is mine'His heart was as fragmented as paste, and he could hardly remember what he looked like. Gradually, we all became passers-by in each other's lives. It's just a gorgeous reunion, but it ends up with a broken ending.

I know he'll be with me for many more years, but at least for now, we're strangers.

is so unfamiliar with his call, and for his return, I can no longer experience the warmth of the past, I don't know if the memory chills the window in my heart, or ......

Gradually, we are farther away from each other, and we will no longer feel unbearable because of the happiness and harmony of others, and we will no longer feel our own insignificance because of the happiness of others.

As time passed, we all slowly faded into our original self, and I am no longer the same person I used to be, and he will never be the same person again. Although happy, it is no longer the familiar taste of memory.

I really want to keep this landscape, because it belonged to me a long time ago!