The most beautiful scenery is not necessarily at the top 600 words essay how to write well

I have seen many beautiful landscapes, including the majestic Mount Tai, the magnificent sea, the noisy and bustling Nanjing Street, and the vast Inner Mongolia prairie ......None of these are the most beautiful in my eyes. However, there is an ordinary wall, but it is deeply engraved in my heart, and it is the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

This wall is located at the entrance to my living room, it is not too big, but it records the life of our family of three. It can be said that this wall is a serial drama, and the people in the play are Dad, Mom and I, and the ups and downs make the plot vivid and exciting!

Lo and behold, this is a wedding photo of my mom and dad. That young and handsome young man was my dad, and the beautiful girl with a smile in her wedding dress was my mother, and they snuggled sweetly together. This ** is the starting point of happiness, and then there is me, a child bathed in sunshine and growing up happily.

Yo! This cute little baby is grinning at you! Look at his hobbling appearance, like a penguin. I'm not afraid of your jokes, that ** is my two-year-old commemorative photo.

See, on this **, our family of three is standing on the peak of Lushan Mountain, the mountains are full of clouds and mist, and everything on the mountain is like a white veil, looming. This is a shot of our happy outing.

I'm 10 years old! This ** recorded the warmest moment, my father was wearing a suit and was very gentlemanly, but he was no longer as heroic as he was back then. Mom is dressed like Snow White, with a fluttering skirt, although she is no longer so young, but there is more calmness and calmness in her eyes.

There are many more ** on the wall, one by one, row by row, with different contents, but they confirm a common theme. This wall is a testament to the happiness of our family and my growth. In my heart, it is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I will start from here and go to tomorrow.

In the countryside in spring, the humid air is filled with the enticing scent of grass; In the fields, from time to time, the fragrance of the earth wafts, and as far as the eye can see, the eyes are full of tender green wheat seedlings, which stretch to the distant horizon, and the glow leaves its nostalgia to the sky and the earth. The spring breeze blows gently, and the fields are flooded with wheat waves, and at this time, people's emotions and thoughts are also fluctuating with the wheat waves, and they can't be calm for a long time.

The idyllic scenery of the countryside is really like a long scroll slowly unfolding in front of people, however, the beautiful picture scroll is embellished with colorful and dazzling brilliance, but it is the people who have worked all day and the subtle integration of nature is slowly displayed. At dusk, the people who had worked hard all day came back with joy, they carried hoes, strolled on the field stalks in the countryside, the glow reflected their dark faces, everyone talked and laughed, as if they had forgotten the fatigue of the day, and their figures were stretched very long by the afterglow of the sunset.

The sun had set, but the sky was still bright. On the blue sky, sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, they reveal a trace of elegant beauty, as if like a small boat floating on the blue sea, and the white clouds at this time have been clothed with a golden coat by the glow. The birds frolicking in the trees and in the grass gradually quieted down, and perhaps dusk came, and they each returned to their nests to rest.

Occasionally, some small birds, frightened by some means, dragged their long calls across the sky and flew away into the distance.

When the setting sun brought home the last rays of light, the heavens and the earth turned silvery gray. The wisps of milky white smoke and the gray twilight blended together, as if casting a light veil over the roofs, walls, trees and fields, and the countryside became looming, hazy and magical. However, the small river outside the village is still clear and bright, the water swirls and flows quietly, and the reflection of the trees is still reflected in the water!

Occasionally, some fish would emerge from the surface, breathe in the air of nature, and plunge headlong into the water, and the frolic of the fish would ripple the calm water, and the shadows of the trees would bend and wriggle in the water like a great snake. With the passage of time, after a while, the ripples slowly faded and calmed again, and the reflection of the trees in the water was still clearly visible.

As night fell, the countryside, fields, trees, and rivers gradually blurred. Occasionally, from the countryside, there was a noise of children, but after a while it disappeared, and gradually, everything was enveloped in the night.

Ho, what a quiet and elegant rural idyll! That poetic dusk is intoxicating and makes people immerse themselves in the beauty of nature!

Scenery does not have to be a magnificent landscape, a small act of one person can become a beautiful landscape.

When the tide receded, a little boy bent over and over again on the beach, and no one understood his intentions, and an old man stepped forward and saw that the little boy was picking up the fish on the beach that had not returned to the sea, and threw them into the sea. The old man couldn't help but tell him, "There is no point in you doing this, there are thousands of fish washed up on the shore, give up."

The little boy said without looking up, "But for the fish, my little act saved their lives." ”

This is a landscape, it is ordinary but moving, a beautiful landscape.

On a rainy day, a student was stranded at school because he didn't bring rain gear. At this time, he suddenly saw a familiar figure - his mother, who was wearing a raincoat and carrying an umbrella to pick him up. The student walked briskly up.

The mother hurriedly took off her raincoat, draped it over her child, and held up her own umbrella. The wind mixed with the rain came to her, and her clothes were wet, but she still held an umbrella to her son to protect him from the wind and rain.

It's a landscape, it can be seen everywhere, but it's a mother's milk, a beautiful landscape.

One summer day, the scorching sun is in the sky, but the sanitation workers are still wearing heavy overalls, shuttling between the smoke and dusty roads, maintaining the cleanliness and beauty of the city, although they have the reputation of "urban beauticians", they are paid a meager salary, and live in simple houses. But the most rare thing is here: they still work silently, shoulder their responsibilities, they do not have a youthful appearance, nor do they have a gorgeous consciousness, but their figure of cleaning the streets is indeed a beautiful scenery.

It's a landscape, and while it's common, it's something that people admire.

In school, the students helped each other, Xiao Chen had a problem, the class leader patiently explained to him, did not care about the previous unhappiness, treated others tolerantly, and the teacher also patiently answered the students' questions, gave up his rest time, and put his mind on the students. The class is full of learning atmosphere, which is also a beautiful scenery!

This little thing is enough to move people, this may be the most beautiful scenery!

The afterglow of the setting sun is scattered around every corner of the street park. Tired tourists are pouring towards the exit. Red flowers, green leaves, and the Qinghe River still decorate this beautiful park.

Night is approaching, and there is silence in the park. I just faintly heard a rustling sound. I followed the sound and began to search for the source of the sound.

Next to the plane tree, I finally noticed a white shadow. Hey? Could it be that there are still people?

I walked in with a lot of doubts, and then I saw that there was a rickety old man with a net hook in his hand by the small river next to the plane tree, wearing a washed white old cloth shirt, a pair of shabby canvas shoes, and a swarthy **. At this time, he was holding a net hook in one hand and a sack in the other, fishing for something in the river.

Could it be that he is a little goldfish in the net river? Do you want to steal the fish home? No, I'll have to see! Thinking about it, he detoured back to him, and the cat was behind the tree. Keep an eye on his every move.

I saw him stretch the net into the water and stir it gently, very lightly, as if he was afraid of alarming his treasure. After a while, some plastic bags floated up in the water, and there were banana peels, melon seed shells... …He netted them, pulled them ashore, and put them in sacks. Repeat the same action over and over again.

There seems to be no intention to stop.

Before you know it, the moon has climbed into the night sky. The night was cold, the moon showed the tip of her brow, the moonlight sprinkled on his body, and I saw him begin to pant slightly, although it was very slight, but I still caught it. In a few moments, the sack was two-thirds full of garbage, everything.

The old man put the net aside. Pacing by the river, staring meticulously into the river, as if gold would suddenly emerge from the **. He leaned close to the shore, took a handful of water in his hand, looked at it in front of his eyes, sniffed it, and then went to fetch the sack with satisfaction.

Then lift it up and walk towards the exit.

In the moonlight, the rickety old man, the sacks, the silver glow, and the long path seem to melt into a landscape. Harmony and tranquility. The old man looked at the sack, shook his head, then smiled again and moved on.

Oh, it is he who silently cleans up the garbage in the water, so that tomorrow's beautiful park will be displayed to everyone again. Tourists only know that the scenery of the "Street Park" is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and it is very warm, but they don't know that there is a beauty that no one knows at night. It is also a sight when the old man cleans the fish pond, which is even more beautiful and moving under the moonlight.

Because his kindness and selflessness are the most beautiful scenery in this park.

The sky is exceptionally blue, the earth is unusually empty, the breeze is everywhere, and the green grass is beating with a vibrant heart. A heart, coupled with a pair of feet, outlines the scenery of my distant grazing.

In this vibrant landscape, I want to stand on the lonely and uninhabited seashore for a long time, listen to the majestic and low breathing of the sea, let the feeling disappear in the open-mindedness, and let the loneliness be abandoned in the impact of the sea on the reef again and again; I really want to ride the wind and waves on the vast sea, like a white sailing ship, straight to the clouds and sails to the sea; I really want to wait by the sea, quietly waiting for the sea to give birth to the magnificence of the red sun, and silently savoring the nostalgia of the sunset to the sky.

In this vibrant landscape, I really want to hike through the vast desert, leave behind my worries and sorrows, and let the blazing sun evaporate it; I really want to go to the Sahara to spread thin, step on the vast grassland, and drink sweet butter tea with the crispness of camel bells; I really want to gallop freely on the grassland, repeating the rough and meaningful pastoral song, dancing happily around the red bonfire under a full moon, looking at the tender eyes of my brother and sister.

In this vibrant landscape, I really want to stroll in the scenery of "the light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing", and look at the magnificent scenery of "the rest is scattered into Qi, clear and quiet like practice"; I really want to listen to the roar of apes on both sides of the strait, the unstoppable sound, and take the light boat across the ten thousand mountains; I really want to see the scene of "if there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life".

In this vibrant landscape, I still want to go far, far away, in this flower season and rainy season of youth, always have to go everywhere to see, so as not to feel regretful, but this place I want to go, after all, is a dream, it flies high, only work hard to overcome difficulties, jump high can be grasped, then, now than the eyes, let the charming scenery in the eyes urge themselves to work forward.

The best view.

It's winter, and a butterfly is swaying in the cold wind. Eventually, he fell to the ground due to lack of physical strength. It's a colorful butterfly.

He thought it was dead and picked it up, but the butterfly struggled a few times. "This butterfly is alive! He exclaimed in surprise.

So, he ran and sent the butterfly to his family's garden and put it on a flower. The butterfly eats nectar beautifully, and its wings gradually regain their luster. When the butterfly had eaten its fill, it flew around him twice, and then flew off into the distance, despite his retention.

He looked regretfully in the direction of the butterfly and let out a sigh: "Take care of yourself, butterfly!" "He didn't know.

He saved a butterfly.

A few years later. He grew up, inherited the family business, and became a wealthy man. He was a philanthropic man who helped many poor people.

However, one day, he suddenly fell ill with a very strange disease, and many famous doctors were helpless. But there is a way to cure strange diseases. So, his parents traveled all over the country to find home remedies.

The hard work paid off, and after a year, they finally came up with a home remedy - a home remedy that uses phoenix butterflies as medicine. But what is a butterfly? The traveling doctor who provided the home remedies said:

I've only heard of it, but I haven't seen it in person, and it is said that the phoenix butterfly has colorful wings. Hearing this clue, his parents immediately sent people to look around.

When he heard the news, he was now living in the best ward of the best hospital in the country. Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, there was no fear of death on his face, he only hoped that the immortal colorful butterfly would not fall into the clutches of the devil again. As time passed, his illness became more and more serious.

The flowers outside the window are blooming day by day, and the scenery is getting more and more beautiful. He knew that the day when all the flowers here were in bloom, death would come. But he smiled, rejoicing at the butterfly, because it was still alive.

On that day, all the flowers outside the window were in bloom. Many people come to see the scenery. They are all amazed by the miracle of creation. And he smiled reassuringly. Suddenly, he was stunned, because he saw the butterfly fly in softly from the window and flew to his hand.

His parents also saw it and shouted, "Quick! Grab it! When he heard this, he immediately threw the butterfly out of the window with the last strength of his life, and tried to close the window, but the window did not move, because he went.

The butterfly gently flew in through the window again and flew to his head. Suddenly, they all disappeared. Outside the window, a colorful rainbow bridge appeared. And he was walking slowly, slowly from one end of the Hongqiao to the other