I really want to keep this scenery essay, I really want to keep this scenery junior high school seco

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!

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!

Beautiful landscapes fill our lives. Some of them need to be experienced, some need to be discovered one by one, and some need to be savored, so let's pick up the camera and keep the beautiful scenery around us.

Walking along the beautiful Qinghai Lake, you will see the clear blue water of the lake like a mirror, reflecting the same blue sky. The sky seemed to be shy, and a few clouds covered his face, and a few patches of hazy white appeared on the surface of the lake. This beauty takes away the sorrow in your and my hearts.

It's so beautiful, it soothes the wounds on you and me. I quickly grabbed my camera and captured this beautiful natural scenery.

When I came to the souvenir shop, I met a foreigner who was buying Qinghai specialties. Maybe it was because of the language barrier, the foreigner simply took out a stack of RMB, stuffed it all into the clerk's hand, and turned around to leave. Faced with this funny scene, I couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking to myself, this foreigner is also generous enough, and he is so capricious in tipping.

Who knew that the clerk took out a lot of RMB and handed it to the foreigner, the foreigner seemed to understand, took the money, and cast a grateful look at the clerk, I was also moved by this scene, quickly picked up the camera, and left this beautiful cultural scenery.

My parents and I went to the golden rape field, and the clusters of rape flowers sparkled in the sun's rays. Echoing with the Qinghai Lake not far away, it is really a good place to take pictures! I also hurriedly pulled the pins to my parents and took a family photo, recording the warm scenery of our family living in harmony.

Along the way, I gained a lot. It not only appreciated the beautiful Qinghai Lake of the motherland, but also witnessed the integrity and kindness of the Chinese nation. This kind of scenery is worth keeping, and such scenery is a precious treasure on my growth path.

Students, let's pick up your camera and keep the beautiful scenery around you!

The place that can't go back is the hometown, and the place that can't stay is Jiangnan. I really want to keep this scenery, keep the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the moonlight, and the girl who is as gentle as water.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys. The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window. — Land Tour.

On the train, everything seems to the passengers to go backwards, as if as soon as they open their eyes, time will flow to a long, long time ......

I saw the moon.

A small, thin patch of moon, lazily leaning against the treetops, with a pure, deep sky behind it, lined with stars. I sat on a bluestone slab by the river, watching the moonlight on the water envelop the shattered stars, and I could only hear the air quietly'Flowing.

This was the night I first saw Jiangnan, determined and peaceful.

Jiangnan has been a topic that literati have been happy to talk about since ancient times. To them, the south of the Yangtze River is the sunrise river flowers are red and the fire is red, the spring river is as green as blue, it is a small bridge and flowing water, it is a blue brick and a small tile, and it is the sound of a painting boat and a kite. And my Jiangnan is the smoke and rain and the moonlight, and the girl who is as gentle as water.

Imagine: in the drizzly spring, the girl holding the flower basket in one hand and the oil paper umbrella in the other, the girl wandering in the deep alley of apricot blossoms, smoke and rain, green poplars, loosely tied with braids, shouting: "Sell flowers-" The voice is crisp and with the unique gentleness of the Jiangnan girl, the smile is flying with the hem of the clothes, and the bamboo basket is full of apricot blossoms covered with dewdrops.

If the moonlight happens to be hazy behind her, if she runs out of flowers, she happens to sit quietly in the moonlight as cool as water, if her smile gently ripples in the water. Isn't this enough for you to fall in love with Gangnam - my Gangnam?

If I were Lu You, on a depressed spring night, I would open the window and see a girl standing crisply in the misty rain, smiling and carrying apricot blossoms. In the background are boats, ancient houses, flowing water, and cooking smoke, and no matter how much is lost, it must have disappeared at that moment.

Indeed, the beauty of Jiangnan has the power to cleanse people's hearts and purify all things.

The beauty of the south of the Yangtze River is the swaying willows, the beauty is in the drizzle, the beauty is in the small bridge and the flowing water, the beauty is in the gentle moonlight, and the beauty is in the flower girl.

However, time passes, and my Jiangnan, only a lonely moon remains. The wooden boat in my memory is slowly smoking, and the ease and tranquility gradually disappears from the world. Only in "Remembering Jiangnan", in "Peony Pavilion", in "Han River Rhyme", in people's low chanting and shallow singing, can we get a glimpse of the prosperous Jiangnan at that time.

The train arrives at the station, and time stands still. I got out of the car, but I couldn't find the moon.

In a trance, the tall buildings turned back into whitewashed huts. The crowded river returned to the open and the water was clear, and the moon was lazily leaning against the treetops, and I sat on the bluestone slab by the river, watching the moonlight on the water envelop the broken stars. I really want to keep this scenery.

The place I can't go back to is my hometown, and what I can't keep is my Jiangnan.

The door of the small gypsum stone alley is deep, and the eaves of Uwa are long.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

I really want to keep this scenery.

Jiangnan, Yanyu, Moonlight, Girl.

I really want to keep this scenery.