Composition The scenery is all around us

Every day, there are so many beautiful landscapes around me

In the morning, I would see my dad sitting at the desk seriously fixing the electrical appliances, his red eyes telling me that he might not have slept all night last night, and that his father was busy, and the white hairs that had once oozing from his black hair were so eye-catching, so dazzling. Due to the long-term bowing of his head and bending over, my father was just forty years old and his back was a little hunched. Sometimes, he would straighten up, clench a fist, and thump his waist, and his psoas muscle strain must have worsened.

In order to earn more money for me to go to school, my father always took a lot of electrical repair work, and he couldn't finish it during the day, so he worked overtime at night, and after years of hard work, he suffered from lumbar muscle strain, cervical spondylosis, and frozen shoulder. The figure of my father working at the desk has become a scenery that I have been familiar with for a long time, and there is fatigue in this scenery, but also my father's deep love for me.

At noon, I went to the food stall in front of the school to eat noodles as usual. The stall owner is an amiable aunt who always has a gentle smile on her face. "Kid, do you still want a bowl of somen noodles?

I nodded, two yuan a bowl of somen noodles, just the money my mother gave me for rice, no matter how expensive the rice is, I can't afford to eat it. When the noodles were served, I ate slowly, reaching the bottom of the bowl, and eating a round poached egg as usual. "Auntie!

I wanted to say that the somen noodles I wanted shouldn't have eggs, but before I could say it, my aunt waved her hand at me kindly: "Eat, child, it won't taste good when it's cold." This scene has long become a familiar scenery for me, and in this scenery, there is moving, and my aunt cares about me.

In the evening, after the evening self-study, I hurried home, and when I got home, it was already dark, standing at the entrance of the dark community, I was really a little frightened, I didn't know if I would trip, whether there would be a car driving over and hitting me. At this time, the lights in the communication room would always turn on, and a kind old man would poke his head out of the small window and greet me affectionately: "Are you back?"

I replied, "Well, it's back." "Go back to sleep.

The old man said. So, I took advantage of the light in the old man's communication room and walked home step by step. I only heard the old man say softly behind him

It's all back. "This scene has long become a familiar scenery to me, with warmth and grandpa's care for me.

Every day, I shuttle through these landscapes, and every time I pass through a landscape, I gain a touch and a love, and I will always cherish these beautiful scenery around me.

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