Essay on a proposition based on a heartbeat between 500 and 600 words

Essays on the topic of poetry!600 words! Urgent need! Thanks, help my sister! 58 I'll love you to death 98 Heartbeat in Tang Poetry The poetry book in his hand has not yet been opened, and a pounding heartbeat feeling has quietly overflowed.

There was a sentence that touched me deeply, she was not beautiful and moving, she was not philosophical, it was so ordinary, and to me, it was so extraordinary.

Let's .........Let's wash it first! "This is a sentence my little aunt said to me and her children. I lived in my little aunt's house in the summer, and I had to take a shower every day when I came back from school, and I had to go to school immediately after washing, and I was very troubled about this, and my aunt's family had two children, and they also had to go to school, but every time my aunt asked me to wash first, and said to them:

Amin school stay away, let him wash it first! Whenever I heard this, a stream of heat came to my heart, and I felt so cordial and so familiar, that it reminded me that my eldest aunt had said such things.

When I was in elementary school, I lived in my eldest aunt's house, and my cousin, who was also the eldest aunt's son, was in his third year of high school at that time, and his studies were very intense, and sometimes he couldn't even take care of food in the morning, and he didn't come back until after 9 o'clock in the evening. Homework should be written until more than ten o'clock. At that time, every time I took a bath, the eldest aunt asked my cousin to wash first, and she said to me:

He's in a hurry! "I don't understand! At that time, I just thought that my cousin had let him wash first because he was her son.

Now I finally understand the meaning of this sentence, it is not partiality, but understanding of the child, because in this way, even if the cousin is not her son, she will let the cousin wash first.

A short sentence of five words echoed in my ears for a long time, making my heart pound. It made me understand that a love is often contained in an ordinary word, whether it is the criticism of parents or the education of teachers, as long as you savor it, you will be able to experience this love.

Hehe, the teacher also let us write, if there is an answer, tell me, mine, have time to add ah.

In the blue sky, a meteor is fleeting, and the gorgeous play ends; On the tip of the turquoise leaf, a drop of water quietly slides down, swirling and clearing; Under the pure sky, a white feather fell leisurely, fluttering and whirling: all this is so heart-pounding......

A flower is a world, a leaf is a spring and autumn.

Inscription. In the fast-paced life of the city, the mind is gradually paralyzed, the dust blinds us, and in the seemingly busy and fulfilling days, we actually miss out on many ......

Proud wild chrysanthemum. As the sun sets, the scarlet is like a drunk.

Let the ten toes be released from the leather shoes, and easily step on the soil that still exudes residual warmth, and from the feet stretches out an endless field, where the rice has been harvested, and the rice stalks are tied into stacks like small people in tufts. Spreading overhead, is the blue and deep sky, which is the realm of the mind, which seems to have no width and height, and is endlessly extending, expanding a vast spiritual world ......Suddenly, a wild chrysanthemum suddenly jumped into my eyes, it was my favorite blue blue, it was so blue, so melancholy, so deep, as if a piece of the sky had fallen and turned into a wild chrysanthemum. It's ineffable and ethereal.

The setting sun shines on its body, as if it is one with it, so that this gorgeous and dazzling light emanates from the heart of this wild chrysanthemum. What arrogance, and how beautiful! It seems that there is only this wild chrysanthemum left between heaven and earth, accompanying heaven and earth, and the vicissitudes of life.

Leisurely light rain. It's raining again.

Holding up a floral umbrella, he whispered Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley": "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking alone in the .......""There is no torrential rain, not a torrential downpour, small raindrops are carefully lined up among the clouds, one after another happily jumping on the cornices, on the roof tiles, on the aunt's red umbrella, making a cheerful laugh, infecting the heavens and the earth, and washing away the dust of the world, and the turbid air becomes moist and fresh. Enough of hearing the happy dance steps of the raindrops on the umbrella, he put the umbrella away and let himself have a close contact with the raindrops, so that the caterpillar-like rain silk fluttered around ......

In the blue sky, a meteor is fleeting, and the gorgeous play ends;

On the tip of the turquoise leaf, a drop of water quietly slides down, swirling and clearing;

Under the pure sky, a white feather fell leisurely, fluttering and whirling:

All of this is so heart-pounding......

Today, because I needed to help a friend, I walked into a hidden alley in the middle of the city. When I stepped on the uneven, even antique bluestone pavement, I suddenly had a heart-pounding feeling - the simple and pure beauty of the alley touched the strongest note of the aesthetic strings in my heart. Zechun.

It is said that the character of the city is mostly not on the thoroughfares, which are often wrapped in the same aluminum, neon signs, and billboards; The true temperament of the city can only be found in the depths of the alleys, in the humble houses of ordinary residents, among the flowers, and in the smiling smiles of women who have washed away their lead. Today, because of this serendipity, I deeply believe it.

Yes, sometimes in such alleys, I find a lot of pure beauty that I have not seen for a long time. After all, who would refuse the beauty of "clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving"? We like the various old houses and old walls on both sides of it, and we like the way they lean forward and backward as they get older; Love the slopes they have with the terrain; I like to be trampled on the stone pavement at the foot of the pothole; I like a large clump of green vines or vibrant flowers that suddenly rush out of the old town.

Yes, the alleys not only have a variety of charms, but also have a "dark fragrance floating" that the prosperity of reinforced concrete does not have-the unhurried cultural thickness and leisurely lifestyle of many alley residents are enough to make many people who are busy working in the red dust yearn for it. Rabindranath Tagore said: "The streets are crowded, but they are not loved".

And in such an alley with a rich flavor of life and human touch, people seem to be able to find their own place in it; The small alley can actually pull all their whimsical, romantic, and exciting hearts, leading them to find the sprocket to those ancient, innocent dreams.

Sometimes, the city not only needs hard steel and concrete to trigger its desire to take off, but also to stimulate the development of civilization and social progress; But it is also indispensable to the fertile soil and simple alleys, as the eternal support for its growth. Without them, the civilization of the city will inevitably be like basil drifting away in the wind, lacking the profound heritage of growing into a towering tree.

Imagine, when the sun is smeared in the deepest alleys with the warmest and brightest attitude, we quietly and poetically walk in the old-fashioned alleys full of pink oleanders, to rush to our long-awaited spiritual appointments, to taste those heart-warming delicacies, to feel those beautiful emotions that are not in the clouds, what a simple pleasure and simple happiness!