This is also a landscape Essay 10

Birds fly in the air, and the sky is the most familiar scenery in the flight journey; The fish swims at the bottom of the sea, and the sea is the most familiar scenery on its journey; The snail crawls on the ground, and the shell is its inseparable home, and it is also the most familiar scenery.

So, where is my view? Is there a beautiful scenery in the place where you live, study, and rest every day? Or do you want me to overcome the difficulties of the road and wade through mountains and rivers to find bluer skies, clearer water, greener trees, and redder flowers?

No! Familiar place with beautiful scenery. You don't need to carry a heavy travel bag, drag your tired body, and spend a long time, you just need to bring a pair of eyes for discovery, and you will find that the place that is so familiar has the most simple, simple but most moving and beautiful scenery.

Home is a place that each of us is familiar with, but we dare not say that we think of home as a beautiful scenery, at most a haven of rest and shelter, and even more so as a hotel for the night. If so, then you are an unqualified traveler and viewer. Perhaps, the busy work and heavy studies have diluted your memories and enthusiasm for home, but we can't help but admit that whenever we are in a foreign country, home is the place where we are haunted by our dreams.

It's no wonder that Zhaojun went out of the jam and died in the vast sea of sand, but it is also difficult to forget the scenery of his hometown, "Ring the Sky and Return to the Moon Night Soul", isn't it the best proof that the beautiful scenery is in the place you are familiar with but is also the easiest to forget?

Maybe you are in a big city with developed transportation and high-rise buildings, and you are disgusted with the environment around you, and yearn for the idyllic countryside of the countryside, where you think the scenery is beautiful; You may live in a countryside with beautiful mountains and rivers, fresh air, and fragrant birds, but you yearn for the hustle and bustle of the city, and you are tired of the simple life that remains unchanged. However, even if you do arrive at the land of your dreams, can you really not complain and find that you are always looking forward to the scenery?

In fact, as long as you are a person who really knows how to appreciate the scenery, when can you not enjoy the beautiful scenery? Don't stage a tragedy of going to a strange place to find beautiful scenery but losing the most familiar scenery! "This situation can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time" is not what we hope to pursue.

How do you know, plain is true, there is a view in the heart, which place is not a scene!

A familiar place - the scenery is unique here!

Happy summer.

Summer is a hot and joyful season.

In the morning, the sky was clear. Sun male termites.

When I was a child, I used to play in my yard, and I can say that the yard is one of the places I am most familiar with.

I'm familiar with it, but I don't like it that much. Because the yard is so messy: buckets are everywhere, clothes are hanging there, and there are some unwanted pots, spoons, pans, mops, brooms, etc., all piled up in the yard. I've always thought there was nothing to talk about here.

Today, I moved the table out of the yard and used natural light to do my homework. Time was tired, and I was tired, so I began to lean back in my chair to rest, and my head naturally tilted upwards by 30 degrees.

There are three potted plants on the side of the balcony on the second floor.

A begonia, the begonia is brownish-green, gloomy and gloomy, the branches and leaves are loose, it looks like it wants to fall, and I wiped a handful of sweat for it.

A rich bamboo, but it no longer looks rich. It was down, its branches snapped at the waist, like a badly hunchbacked beggar.

A pot of ......I didn't know what it was called, but its branches and vines had completely hung down on the first floor, as if there was some treasure on the first floor, and it was ...... with its fallen handWhy? These three plants are all "covered with tiles", and they can't stand the wind and rain, why do they still grow like this?

So I lamented that there was really no scenery in this familiar place.

But when I turned my head to the right, I saw a tree. It was a yellow-barked tree, and its leaves were innumerable, emerald and crystalline. Look closely, there is not a single dead leaf.

However, when I traced its roots, "my heart seemed to have met a thunderbolt": it was born in the midst of the debris, and its two branches carried the clothespole full of clothes. Under the heavy load, its branches are still thick and strong, and it seems to have a continuous upward vitality, constantly "striving for height" without any intention of bowing its head.

In the green, it bears a plump yellow skin, and the brown yellow skin is dotted with green leaves, just like a black seed dotted with red watermelon flesh. This tree, swaying in the breeze, looks rigid and soft, so beautiful.

I didn't know it was a sight to behold, and I began to fall in love with it.

But then I started to think: why is there such a big difference? I turned my head repeatedly and looked at the plants on either side.

The three plants that grew on the second floor, relying on their high starting point, constantly indulged themselves and gave up halfway through, and never even tried to go up, although they had branches and leaves, but they had no tenacity and vitality.

And this yellow-bark tree, although it grows in debris, often experiences wind and rain, and always carries a heavy clothes pole, but it persevers, it persevers, it overcomes all bad congenital conditions, it grows taller, greener, and more mature than the plants on the second floor!

It turns out that there is also a view in the yard, which is a place I am so familiar with, but I didn't even find out until today.

After looking at it, I buried my head again and did my homework, but my heart was always on the yellow bark tree.

Give me a piece of the sky, and then I can fly freely! —Epigraph.

A rooster crows, thousands of rays of light shine on the earth, accompanied by the morning sun, the blue sky appears in front of us with the clouds. How beautiful the blue sky is when seen through the morning fog! On the ancient bluestone slabs, between the black and blue tiles.

How beautiful the sky is in the morning sun! However, those who plough with their heads down, those who are busy working, and those who are struggling to write in front of books, refuse to raise their heads or say that they are "flawless" to look up at the blue sky above us. And I'm the epitome of them.

Under the pressure of studying, I lay on my desk and "excavated" the endless ocean of knowledge, like a free person who was put on 'shackles' and could not be free. Intentionally listen to the rhyme of this "big bead and small bead falling on the jade plate", and send out "Where is the wine tonight?" But the habit of looking up at the sky has long since passed away from our lives, just like we are gradually losing our ethereal and clear hearts, just like this society that is increasingly losing its leisure and is constantly accelerating busy.

The blue sky, the most familiar place, this large area of the sky, actually faded out of our field of vision! Far away!

Tell me, do you want to lie on the soft grass and look out at the sky? The ethereal sky has given people so many wonderful fantasies. Su Shi's heroic and open-minded "I don't know the heavenly palace" and "ask the wine to the sky", Yue Fei's "look up to the sky and smile, strong and fierce", Han Yu's "a line of egrets on the blue sky", and even Guo Moruo's ideal wonderful heavenly market, in their eyes, the sky carries fantasy, and why not fantasize about it here in us?

So I took a moment to look at the sky and carefully observed it with an ethereal mind. Re-appreciate the "familiar scenery" - white clouds, light mist, under the leaves of some tree branches and shadows, looking...The sunlight of the source of life in the leaves lit up my heart. In the city, the carrier pigeon draws a beautiful trajectory in the sky, and the flight of the nameless bird adds infinite vitality ......

That blue sky, no matter how familiar, is full of fantasy and childhood, full of memories and Shaoguang, even though the sky is no longer blue, and there is no more fluffy green space on the ground, just because of these reasons, how can you live up to this God-given beauty? Please remember that life is conceived under the blue sky, and we come from....

Please don't forget to look up at the place we are familiar with, the place where life was born, when we are busy. This will give you a touch of coolness, a touch of comfort, a touch of poetry, a touch of long-lost scenery - it is a familiar place and also a landscape.

As long as you pay attention to life, there is a scenery everywhere, maybe this scenery is not very eye-catching, but it may be the most beautiful and moving scenery you have ever seen.

After taking extracurricular classes, I always feel very relaxed and do everything unhurriedly. This day was no exception, after getting off the bus, I walked slowly home, and I didn't want to get home too early. Alas, it's so boring, it's so fast to get home.

As I thought about it, my pace slowed down a bit. Hey? Is there something going on up ahead?

How can someone pick up something on the ground? I was very curious, so I came closer. That's when I saw it clearly:

It turned out that an uncle was picking up chestnuts that he accidentally dropped on the ground, but he didn't even have a bag in his hand to hold things, how did he pack these chestnuts? My mind was filled with countless doubts.

While I was still struggling with this question, a new rickety figure came into my eyes again, and he bent down and picked up the chestnuts on the ground one by one with his trembling hands. He looked very struggling and difficult, and he had to take a short break for each chestnut before he could pick up a second one, and it took about a minute to pick two chestnuts alone. It was an old man with limited mobility, who looked to be about seventy or eighty years old.

After a few minutes, the old man had a few beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from his head, but he still only picked up a few chestnuts. Even though there were two people picking them, there were still a lot of chestnuts on the ground, so I walked over and helped them pick them up. After picking it up for a short time, I realized that picking up chestnuts is also a very troublesome thing, after picking up this side, there is another side, after picking up that side, there is another place, I even have some thoughts that I don't want to pick up, but seeing that the uncle and the old man have been picking up, I am embarrassed to stop, so I still squatted there and continued to pick up.

Finally, after five minutes, all the chestnuts on the ground were picked up. I walked up to my uncle with a lot of chestnuts in my hand and handed them to him, but when he looked at me, he said to me, "Go and give them to that little sister!"

That's when I noticed that there was a little sister standing not far away, and she was holding a broken bag in her hand. It dawned on me that these chestnuts were not my uncle's ......

Suddenly, I felt that the scene in front of me gradually turned into a beautiful and moving scenery. Although this scenery is ordinary, it is an ordinary beauty.