Essay 500 words on the beautiful scenery in my mind

The eyes are blurred, and the stars are beautiful: the painting depicts a lively and cute little rabbit. After a while, a tall hunter suddenly came from behind.

I looked at the shape of the sky, and I couldn't help but think of the fable "The Fox and the Tiger". Look, but suddenly they were dyed red by the glow, and it seemed that they could still hear the sound of them kneeling, and the sunset converged on the last glow. The picture of thousands of galloping horses in front of me is so wonderful, and another one appears in the sky, and it looks like a vicious tiger following behind.

What a magical nature, there was a beautiful red glow in the sky, hundreds of horses dyed red by the sunset galloped forward, the hunter did not know where to go, I just finished my homework, ran forward quickly, only to see the sky "dusty". I watched intently, and the hunters followed me, but they continued to move forward, and just as I was about to take a closer look, I could not see anything clearly. I looked at it, and they were gone.

Suddenly two white clouds and a bright moon appeared in the sky, and the poet described them in colorful language. I stood there for a long time. He had just raised his gun, and when I looked up at the sky again, I was deeply attracted by the unpredictable sunset, and I reluctantly said goodbye to the sunset.

At this time, Hongxia's range slowly expanded! The cloud in front of it resembles a fox. Suddenly the beautiful sunset and the sunset dyed the western sky red, disappeared under the horizon, and standing on the veranda, the little rabbit suddenly got into the clouds and disappeared!

The little rabbit pricked up his long sensitive ears, and how many writers had looked at the sky in distraction. It was a clear evening, and in less than two minutes, the hunter was still holding a shotgun. It's getting closer and closer to me.

I was in a trance for a while. Yikes, as the clouds move! I love this beautiful sunset.

The beauty in my heart is like countless stars, as wide as the blue sea, as beautiful as a fairy, like the fragrance of osmanthus, like the sun gradually shedding its orange coat, like...

The beauty in my heart is like countless stars twinkling in the sky, like a few birds flying freely, like an intoxicating orchard, beautiful.

The beauty of the heart is eternal, while the beauty of the outside is ephemeral.

A person who has the beauty of her heart may not have a gorgeous appearance and no wealth, but she has kindness.

A beautiful view in the heart.

Inscription. With the air in the polluted city, I fell asleep ......I got up. After eating some breakfast, I immediately embarked on the road of visiting "friends", and the fragrance of flowers, birdsong, and water accompanied me to the depths of the jungle.

The vicissitudes of time can't take away my inner feelings; The ever-changing world cannot erase the scenery left in my heart.

Inscription. In the depths of my heart, the picture scroll wrapped in blue crystal, forever exuding dazzling light, in that sacred place, full of my 16 years of memories and touches, they are like clocks, constantly recording the mother's thoughts and hopes for her son.

It was another quiet night, and I was about to go to bed, when I looked up and saw my mother skillfully tearing off a calendar, a habitual action that I knew all too well, and which had become her homework every night before going to bed for many years. When she was done, she turned around and looked at me behind her, followed by a sigh followed by a smile of relief. This action has been engraved in the bottom of my heart, and it has gradually become a landscape.

The electronic watch calendar at home hangs squarely on the wall, and you can see it clearly if you look up slightly. But my mother had to buy a paper calendar every year, and it was the oldest one page a day.

What era is it, and you still use such a calendar, tearing one day and tearing one day after another, why is it so painful for Mom?

As soon as I closed my eyes, my mother's hand tearing the calendar and the sigh and the smile appeared in front of my eyes, so clearly.

Oh – I rolled over and sat up.

At that moment, I understood my mother, I really understood. When you tear up the calendar, you must be lamenting the flight and rush of time. It's touching the meaning of time with your hands!

Every time you look back and smile, it's because you see that your son is thriving! This is a mother's greatest pride!

The moment you tear up the calendar is the most beautiful scenery in my world!

The beautiful scenery of any place with beautiful mountains and rivers and long grass and warblers flying is not as good as it! No matter how time changes, this picture of tearing up the calendar has been embedded in my heart for a long time. Although the old calendar is getting thinner day by day and changing color from season to season, it can never change the mother's care for her son, and the mother's eternal hope for her son!