Theme Proposal Essay Familiarity and Landscape 5

Someone I know well.

I know a lot of people, but the one I know the most is my mom, and I know her very well.

My mom was of medium build, she had jet-black hair, big eyes, and a mouthful of speech. My mother's personality is very "eccentric", and when I am good, she is as docile as a sheep; When I do something wrong or don't pay attention to my studies, I am like a bison and have a very short temper. Mom loves to eat shrimp and drink wine; She also likes to play mahjong on the computer and check information on the Internet.

My mother worked very hard when she was studying, and she often worked day and night. My mother said: "Eating melon seeds at home while preparing for class is also a great pleasure in life!"

This! Mom is a middle school biology teacher. She often taught me about biology, perhaps because of genetics, I also love biology, and under my mother's subtle knowledge, I also understand a lot about biology. So, I'm kind of a little doctor of biology in my class.

Once, the teacher wanted to teach a text called "Kingfisher", and she told us to go home to find information, and as soon as I got home, I asked my mother for help. My mother agreed, and she said eloquently: "The kingfisher Cantonese people call it a fishing lang."

The most abundant and widespread kingfisher among the kingfishers is the Eurasian kingfisher.... …I listened to what my mother said as if I knew everything about kingfishers, and I clapped my hands again and again to praise my mother, and admired her very much.

My mother was very kind to me and helped me answer my questions whenever I had them. She is also my life friend. Mom is both a good mother and a good teacher to me because she has given me genuine love and knowledge that knows no bounds.

Make do with it...

You can write about some of the unique landscapes of your hometown.

What school are you from?

How is it the same as the topic of our essay this time?

I'm not inspired

Yes. Chen Gege.

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 bright eyes"Tears"Finish.

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.

The scenery I am most familiar with is your figure.

Inscription. Hurry up and get out of bed, come down to eat, it's seven o'clock! Early in the morning, my mother's cry broke my sweet dream, which made me very unhappy: "Sleep for a while, it's only 6:15, what is it called!"

So, I hid under the warm quilt again and continued my sweet dream. But every time I fall asleep, there is always my mother's urging, which makes my ears almost calloused. "Isn't she annoyed by calling it like that every day?

I saw her. Simple dress-up, no longer youthful pace.

Isn't my mother's waist not very good? And climb upstairs every day to call me. But I'm always annoyed with her.

Thinking about studying for so many years, if my mother hadn't bothered me like this every day, I don't know how many mistakes I would have made. Alas, I'm so ignorant. I think I will have to care more about my mother in the future.

Thinking so, I hurried downstairs.

Soon, I realized that I was still slow, and I had to go to school only to find out that my bike was broken. I had to turn to my dad for help. "Dad, hurry up, I'm going to be late, hurry up and take me in."

Dad walked out of the room, opened his sleepy eyes, washed up, and drove me to school without saying a word. I sat on the back of his motorcycle, looked at his back, and noticed that the back I had always thought I was familiar with had also become old. However, in that back, I can still clearly feel the strong family affection, just like my mother's figure, full of love.

In the past two years, as I grew up, I have always thought about which beautiful place to play, but I never found that the most beautiful place was nearby. Isn't the figure of parents a beautiful landscape?

It is not the lack of beauty in the world, but the lack of eyes to find it.

Today, I came to the river and the water was so clear that I felt like a spring was coming towards me. Coupled with the green trees on the bank of the river, it is really beautiful, fresh and pleasant, which makes me think of Guilin's landscape. Yes. I love the rivers and trees in my hometown.

There is no scenery at the end of the world, as long as you are patient to observe and experience, you will definitely find that there are many beautiful scenery in the places you are familiar with.

There is no scenery anywhere in the world. Look, the scenery of life: a young man took out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it to a ragged beggar, and half a minute later, the beggar limped to the donation box 50 meters away, stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the box, and took out a few coins from his pocket and put them in the box.

The sound of the coin is the beggar's kind and sincere heart, the echo of life, and the inner landscape, which is an indispensable landscape in the world.

The young people in the city envy the couples who live in the forest park, and feel that they have clean air, large cedar and bamboo forests, quiet forest paths, and the fragrance of birds and flowers. But the couple didn't think so, but envied the life of their city people, and felt that the city was rich and interesting, was that because there was no scenery in the familiar place? No.

The reason for this is simply because the couple did not observe and appreciate it carefully.

Take the small square near my house as an example, some people think that it is difficult to find any scenery in such a familiar place. But I don't think so. Early in the morning, you can find many elderly people in the village gathered in the square for morning exercises.

Some are running, some are doing tai chi, and some are shaking bamboo. It wasn't until 9 o'clock that he reluctantly left. Aren't these old people adding a beautiful scenery to this small square every morning?

In fact, as long as you are a person who really knows how to appreciate the scenery, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery at any moment. Don't stage a tragedy of going to a strange place to find beautiful scenery but losing the most familiar scenery! Where is the scenery in your heart?

Isn't there a beautiful scenery in the place where you live, study, and rest every day? Is it because I have to overcome the difficulties of the road, pull mountains and wade through rivers to find bluer skies, clearer water, greener trees, and redder trees?