Write an essay of more than 500 words in the bottom of your heart

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I have always thought that the most beautiful scenery is in the distance - the most open sky is in the Inner Mongolia prairie, the weakest poetry is the south of the Yangtze River, and the integration of the sea and the sky is ...... at the ends of the earth

faint colors, looking forward to it in quiet memories; Quiet sounds, lingering in the wet rain; The warm sun is watching under the blue sky. Suddenly, the scenery that had remained in my heart became quiet.

The scenery that remains in the bottom of my heart is a colorful sky. The sky, listening to the singing of newborns, listening to an inextinguishable lamp of life; In the sky, the flowers and trees of youth were seen hanging their pale sideburns, quietly peeking at the worn-out old shoes and staggering away; The sky, reflecting the couples holding hands with each other, is immersed in the magpie bridge of Tanabata. The intertwined scenery under the sky, let the time wander in the sea, it is so peaceful.

The scenery that remains in the bottom of my heart is a lovely hometown. The bridge bent into a bend is quietly reflected on the surface of the lake; Walking through the bluestone slabs of the old street, I left a lingering sentimentality in my heart; The mottled brick walls on the roadside are dotted with moss. Hearing someone's melodious singing, the wind chimes by the door shook and tinkled.

Counting the scenery at the bottom of my heart, the signature of the wonderful picture is called "home".

Fly out of people's field of vision, in the confusion of boundless growth, searching. The scenery of growth, diffuse, passing in time, but constantly existing, is so intriguing.

It turns out that the most beautiful scenery is around you and in the bottom of your heart.

Wildflowers are abundant and fragrant, and the seeds sprout at the moment; Jiamu is beautiful and cloudy, and the notes are woven in that moment; The wind and frost are noble, and the fallen leaves have vitality again in that second; Whoever comes out of the water, the dream sets sail in that season. The scenery of the four seasons remains in the bottom of my heart, so long, so quiet.

This won't work.

Stay in the heart of the wonderful.

Staying in front of the TV, I stared at the countdown flickering on the screen, the countdown beat with my heart, beating on August 8, 2008, under the Olympic rings, the five rings played a song, playing the song "One World, One Dream", the same dream interprets different wonderful, wonderful in the flame ...... that passed in the hearts of 1.3 billion and 6 billion people

The flame crossed the night sky of Beijing, crossed twenty-nine golden footprints, footprints in history, left footprints in history, footprints in our hearts, hearts flooded with a circle of ripples, ripples in the waves, the waves in the enthusiasm, enthusiastic Chinese, Chinese as if there is a pride, pride and humility, humility in the forge ahead, forge ahead in the nation, the nation into the love of Kyushu-

Love in a piece of advancing the painting axis, the painting axis sublimation, sublimation of the sunset and moonrise, the sunset moon reflects the great rivers and mountains, the great rivers and mountains in the beautiful scenery of the good day more beautiful, the beautiful Jiangnan with delicate, pretty, pretty to show the style, show the style and the roughness of the north, set off the most beautiful picture.

There is calligraphy on the picture scroll, which contains the transformation of Taoist yin and yang, the transformation of the profound five elements, and the five elements and the five rings reflect each other; Reflecting the Confucian doctrine of Confucius, in which "all the seas are brothers", brothers know each other, accompany each other, accompany the whole world, and the whole world cheers for you and hails the great Chinese ......

China has love, love in that snow disaster, the snow disaster frozen the earth, the wanderers who went home on the land were cold and disappointed - disappointed but also hopeful, hoping for the future, and moving ...... the futureMoved by the scenes after the 5.12 National Congress, one scene after another is imprinted on the picture scroll, and the pattern changes with the advancement of time, and there is infinite vitality, liveliness, optimism, and optimism in the pattern. Facing reality and dreams - dreams and reality are intertwined, intertwined in the night of "fire trees and silver flowers never sleep". The moonlight at night is very bright and clear, and it shines ...... clearly

Qinghui is reflected in the sky, and under the two-day mechanism is the ignited blazing flame, the flame is in Beijing, China, the Chinese have fulfilled the dream of flying, and the dream of flying is connected with the Olympic dream!

The connected world is shocked, shocked by the soaring Chinese dragon, the soaring national soul, the national soul drives the world, the world will be wonderful because of China, and the wonderful is engraved in my heart.

China in my heart is a dragon, dragon and phoenix intertwined, intertwined with splendid rivers and mountains, splendid rivers and mountains depict West Lake, Zhaozhou Bridge, the Great Wall, the Great Wall and the dragon fly together, soar out of the phoenix, come out of a hundred birds towards the phoenix, towards the phoenix to sing, sing in the bird's nest, the bird's nest leads out the phoenix to lead the nine chicks, the nine chicks fly in Kyushu, Kyushu is connected into a beautiful Chinese knot, the knot is tied with pride, proudly standing, standing tonight, tonight's nest, the nest has the heart knot of 1.3 billion Chinese, the heart knot forms the skeleton of the bird's nest, rising in the skeleton, Sublimation!

Sublimation is in the essence that remains in the heart.

Little grade doesn't use your brains, hey, kids now.

The first one is worth it every time ( ) and the second one is a unique view.

The cloisonné sky paints the towering sycamores with large leaves, and the crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the sparse branches. The stars, suspected to be small white flowers, spilled out from between the angel's fingers, and solidified into the sky like jewels. But they still flickered, emitting a glittering light, and from the icy sky, their clear fragrance fell like a silent snowbolt.

The Milky Way is diagonally horizontal. Is there also isolation in heavenly love? The spirit magpie of the black feather is blessed, and every year he builds a bridge for the lovesick cow girl to meet once.

What about her nostalgia, like a lost bird drifting in this sea of sighing nights, or a kind of memory, or a kind of hope, like a red silk tangled between her toes, her light wings growing heavy with fatigue, and not a green island in sight: can you not be tired of this vast and hopeless journey?

Her head hung limply again.

As if she wanted to be supported, her plain white hand touched the stone gan. A small snake as cold as a slender brown snake crawled from her fingertips into the depths of her heart, slowly curling up in a circle, and its thin tail trembled as if it had been given a warm resting place. At the bottom of the stairs, a sycamore leaf fell quietly, her shoulders swayed slightly, and the corners of her clothes made a cold soft sound against the dry stone ridges, wondering if her soul had fallen into the darkness so silently.

Her hands dreamily stroked her sideburns. So, the sour and bitter heat that lingered in my heart rose, and the big tears slipped from my eyes to the tips of my beautiful eyelashes, condensed into exquisite grains, round and bright, like white dew on the grass, and fell quietly and irretrievably without the shaking of ......the breeze

At the foot of the stairs, which were covered with green moss and there were no masonry marks, begonias grew. The two petals are round and bulging like wine between the cheeks of roses, the two petals are long and stretched out like envious insects flying wings, the leaves are green, the back is red, with fluffy light hairs, and the vermilion stem slanted out from under the stone trunk, like a sweet story of antiquity.

There is only one bright moon.

Accompany me into the breeze and fall asleep.

This was more than 10 years ago. It has been haunting my mind, and I am reluctant to leave.

It was a late night in 95, my uncle had his manpower tricycle stolen because he had no job, and there was an emotional crisis with his aunt. Although, with the help of the neighbors, the fire was quickly extinguished, and the cousin was not injured, but the uncle was severely burned by the fire and was taken to the hospital for first aid. However, in this case, my uncle has completely lost the confidence to live.

Taking advantage of the caretaker's inattention, he pulled out the syringe himself ,......In the end, he passed away. This world he can't afford to love and hate.

He ended his life in tragedy, but left an indelible scar on his children and his loved ones.

It was a night I will never forget, and on the night of my uncle's death, my mother couldn't suppress the grief in her heart and wept bitterly. In the dead of night, the cry made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Actually, I don't have a very deep impression of my uncle, because my father thinks he is lazy, so the two families don't often come and go, and the two families are not close, so I still feel a little strange to this uncle. However, he was the only relative to my mother. My mother has been my own mother since I was a child, that is, my own grandmother died, and my grandfather continued the strings.

Then, after the new grandmother came, it was the traditional story of the stepmother and the child who was not her own. Therefore, my mother had a hard time when she was a child, but her uncle was her younger brother, so the two depended on each other since childhood.

So, this incident was a big blow to my mother. After this incident, my mother changed a lot and became silent, although, as a daughter, we want to make up for her more from the family affection, but after all, these are two different feelings. It's not something that can be replaced simply by saying that it needs to be replaced.

Here, I just want to say that although life is not easy, sometimes don't be too selfish, maybe you feel that you have no hope of living, but don't forget the needs of your loved ones for you. It's not easy for you to be alive, but for the people around you, your existence is a kind of happiness for them, so don't give up your life easily.