There is also a view from a familiar place! 700 words

At night, except for the occasional barking of dogs, there is silence everywhere, and people who are tired during the day can sleep quietly. Don't worry about anyone disturbing your dreams at this time. Then quietly enjoy the comfort that tranquility brings to yourself.

This is something that people who live in noisy cities can't feel. ­

The separation from my grandmother after 12 years of getting along is like splitting two living hearts with a knife, and it hurts terribly. Now, looking at the small bundle of garlic that my grandmother brought from her hometown with a leather band and carefully wrapped in paper, this incomparably familiar "scenery" brings me into deep memories.

I don't know one day, there is something more on the windowsill at home. A large disc was neatly lined with garlic cloves, and if you looked closely, the garlic cloves that were white and fat, and the garlic cloves that were carefully threaded with white threads were all headed down, round and outward, standing in the clear water in a circle. It turned out that my grandmother was growing garlic.

The whole family began to hope. One inch, two inches, from the freshly grown. Tender yellow, to the ruler of the long verdant green, the harvest day of the whole family is concerned, grandma took a small pair of scissors, one cut down a small handful.

That day, when the scrambled eggs with garlic were served, I eagerly took a chopstick and fed it to my grandmother, who smiled, and the beads of sweat on her forehead flashed proudly back to Duan Chun, and said to everyone: "Look, how nice my granddaughter is!" "Throughout the day, the wrinkles in the corners of my grandmother's eyes seemed to bloom into beautiful flowers.

Grandma saw that everyone loved to eat, so she kept planting and burning. There are also more plates on the windowsill, and the plates of emerald green garlic have become beautiful bonsai on the windowsill of my house, and fried garlic has become an enduring dish in our family. Gradually, everyone became accustomed to the hard work of grandma, and no longer looked at the windowsill, but at the dining table, and never disappointed every time.

Since then, scrambled eggs with garlic have been my favorite. The long green garlic is matched with tender scrambled eggs, green is green, yellow is yellow, and it is a painting that is pleasing to the eye, and put it in the mouth, the fragrance of garlic can always make me eat more bowls of rice, and I can't stop. But it has always been strange, how can spicy garlic produce that clean and pure garlic yellow?

Perhaps, it's love! Although it is spicy, because of its deep love for garlic, it has its most delicate and selfless side. Garlic poured all its love into garlic, and in just a few days, garlic was about to be separated from garlic - the heart was in the same place, but it was pulled open, it must be very painful!

I am moved by garlic, moved by its choice to leave silently after dedicating all its nutrients to garlic, moved by its no regrets about its shriveled body, moved by its complete devotion to garlic, and created a perfect garlic yellow with the warmest light yellow emerald green, the most delicate clean and pure tenderness. Somehow, I feel that my grandmother is so similar to garlic: I don't use garlic as an aid, but because garlic has more value; Grandma let me go to school so that I could have a better future!

In my memory, in my mind, my grandmother's most familiar face turned into the most beautiful scenery, accompanied by a huge wave, gushing out of my eye sockets......

The morning breeze is blowing, the branches are dewy, ah, it's another foggy day. The fog in my hometown is not as thick and beautiful as the fog in Mount Emei, nor is it as beautiful and unpredictable as the fog in Huangshan, but what I appreciate most is the fog in my hometown.

My hometown is located in the foothills of Huiji Mountain in the middle of the mountains, where the mountains are stacked, thousands of rocks are showing, and thousands of ravines are contending, and the fog here has its unique charm.

The fog in my hometown is beautiful and white. Is it as white as Ruixue? It doesn't.

It is slightly gray in white, and blue in white, much more beautiful than snow. But isn't it, the thick fog sleeps between the green mountains and beautiful waters, absorbing the aura of the grass and trees in the mountains, don't you dress up more beautifully? This kind of white fog is only available in the countryside, and it is difficult for any Danqing master to adjust it, right?

The fog of my hometown is so white and so white that I really want to grab it in my hand, and even embrace it in my arms, dye it on the drawing paper, and admire it from time to time.

The fog in my hometown is thick and pure, and it does not smell like the fog in the city. It's cute, even though pedestrians can only hear sounds and not see people when they're a few steps apart, inhaling a hint of mist, and it's cool and cool. We went to school with our school bags on our backs, and the fog drifted up my forehead, and kissed me, I couldn't avoid it, this amorous woman, are you exaggerating your warmth and hospitality?

Looking around, there was a vast fog. Some people may feel depressed, and they can't see the rolling peaks, and they can't see the lush bamboo trees, but I don't care.

The fog shifted, turning into a cool breeze, then into little drops of dew, sticking to the ends of my hair and to my eyelashes. I closed my eyes gently, the cool feeling made people feel refreshed, and after the baptism of fog and water, I seemed to have "tears" in my eyes.

The fog in my hometown is so soft and beautiful. It is as tough as a white cloud, and it is constantly being cut and pulled. It gently applied to the grass, and the grass really loved Sister Mist, sucking the sweet juice to its heart's content.

The sun was rising and the fog was fading. A round red sun hangs high in the air, mountains, peaks, and trees gradually reveal their outlines, and the mountains and rivers washed by the mist are full of vitality. The dying dead wood seems to be moistened, and it has a free and easy life.

The fog in my hometown is kind and welcoming, and I love the fog in my hometown, it really makes people miss it.

Walking down the avenue of the school, stepping up the steps, the scenery on the side of the road has long lost its appeal to you, and you just skip it after a quick glance; Sitting in the classroom, opening books, rubbing familiar papers, skimming through the texts that have already been studied, looking for today's topic; When I got home, I quickly took the steaming rice bowl from my mother's hand, and returned to my seat without looking back, burying my head in eating ......If you look closely at these familiar things, you may find new discoveries.

Walk on the stone steps and walk slowly. Raise your head that has been kept down, look around, and you will find: Well, the fallen leaves on the ground have increased again today, and if you smell carefully, there is a slight sour smell.

The grass on the lawn is still green in late autumn, and when I look at it today, the green is even deeper, like a whirlpool that wants to suck you in. Oh! What's on the bare branches of the plane tree?

It's a small mushroom that grows close to the trunk of a tree! It's so vibrant, stretching out against the trunks of trees of similar colors, and you can't help but rejoice in surviving late autumn.

Sit in the classroom, open the books, stop your quick flipping hands, and look ahead! You will find that Shi Tiesheng treats his mother really badly.

Even if his leg is broken, can his mother's decades of nurturing grace be erased like this? After the death of the mother, it is bitter for everyone to reflect; Qiong Shan survived because of the last leaf, you have to feel the strength of the spiritual power, and the last leaf has become her last hope. It was like a strong arm that rescued Joan Shan from the abyss of despair.

Go home, take the rice bowl from your mother's hand, polish your eyes, and look at your mother. You will find that your mother's hands have long since lost their smoothness and become rough. Ten fingers have become red and swollen in order to cook for you.

There are a few extra crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, and she is looking at you lovingly, the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes deepened by the smile, but they gilded her mother with the glow of motherly love in the light.

Raise your head, slow down your hands, polish your eyes, and observe everyone and everything around you with your heart, I believe you will definitely make unexpected discoveries, because: familiar places also have "scenery".

There are a lot of them on this page, I hope it helps you.