I stood on the edge of the ground, quietly watching you, watching more and more grass in your hand. The sweat on your face condenses into a shiny layer and becomes the size of a bean. It dripped from my forehead, into the soil and hit my heart. "Mom," I shouted, and you looked up in surprise with a warm smile on your hard-working face. "What brings you here? Go back quickly, what are you doing outside on a hot day? " Your tone is full of accusations and love. "Mom, let me help you!" I shouted under the poplar tree. "No, no, my mother saw some grass in the cotton field. Anyway, you are tired of studying at home. Pulling it out is not tiring. Hurry home and stop drying! " Your eyes look relaxed, but that hard and slow movement betrayed you. I didn't speak again and followed you with my head down. I watched you get up quietly, bent down and got up again, and the bent back was deeply imprinted in my heart.
Suddenly, I found your delicate hands covered with ravines and your shiny hair covered with silver. I watched the sweat flow down your collar and into your neck, and tears could not help flowing down. Mom, you have worked hard! This is an eternal picture in my heart, and you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. Love is your down jacket, and bright white cotton is a butterfly dancing around you. Flowers bloom for you, cicadas bloom for you, and wheat fields dance for you. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. Years will make everything lose color, even if the sky will become monotonous and black, but you will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart, never fade, mom, I love you!
The scenery in my heart 2 in my heart, there has always been such a scenery. It doesn't have the grandeur of mountains, the softness of bridges and flowing water, and the wonderful charm of a mirage. It is the most touching and warm thing for me.
I remember it was Christmas Eve when I was a child. Everyone else was snuggling up in bed and sleeping sweetly, waiting for Santa Claus's gift. I just met Santa Claus, but I was lying in the hospital bed because of the recurrence of asthma, and my heart was surrounded by grievances and dissatisfaction. "Why am I sick at this time? Will Santa Claus still pull the sleigh to give me gifts? " I keep asking my mother this question. My mother always takes pains to say to me with a kind smile: "Look, mom put a big Christmas stocking next to your pillow. As long as the baby goes to bed early, Santa Claus will give you a gift! " "
Gradually, I fell asleep in doubt. I had a dream that I was sitting on a sleigh and gliding in the sky. Santa Claus smiled at me behind me. Suddenly a gust of wind broke the harmonious scene at this time, and I was blown down. Santa Claus is getting farther and farther away from me. ...
I was awakened by a dream. At this time, it was morning, and the warm sunshine came in, which made my little yellow face flush with a rare blush. The first thing I do when I wake up is to see if there are any presents in my Christmas socks. I was surprised to find that my socks bulged. I reached in and felt something soft. I quickly took it out and looked, "Wow! It's a pair of sapphire gloves I always wanted! " I cried out in surprise, and then I found my mother smiling all the time. I told my mother in surprise: "Santa Claus gave me a present!" " "Then I showed my mother the gloves, and her mother said happily," It's beautiful. It must be because Santa Claus saw the baby so cute and so good that he went to the hospital to give him a gift. " I smiled happily, and so did my mother. At this time, this harmonious scene was suddenly frozen into a picture scroll.
Only when I grew up did I know that my mother was Santa Claus, and this pair of gloves was also a gift from my mother. Although it is too small to cover now, it has always warmed my heart. And that scenery has become an unforgettable memory for me!
I like sitting next to my mother and listening to her tell stories about the past. Maybe it's love, maybe it's dependence, maybe it's habit. I can't answer it myself. According to her, our family was not rich before. Although we didn't suffer, we lived frugally.
The time shuttle takes us back to the past.
That year, I just gave birth to my younger brother, and my mother said that the interval between the two children was too short, and I had to be fined. At that time, my father's income was low, and he could only rely on his usual savings, but it was not enough. He had to sell the TV set. At that time, I paid off my debt and left some money. My father gave it to my mother to live with her family for a while and take good care of our brother and sister. Mom knows about dad and has no money. How can she live? Mother refused to live or die. She wanted to stay and take care of her father and his father. But my father resolutely disagreed: "I am fine. I will stay at a friend's house for a while, but how can your mother stand it? " The child is suffering! "My father persuaded my mother to go. We went to live with my grandfather for a while. We were only three or four years old then. My father asks my mother when she will come back every day, let alone us. My mother is also in Lacrimosa every day. Although we have contact every day, we are still worried. She was worried about her father and had a good meal. How are you doing? The weather is getting colder. Have you put on more clothes? Soon my father will pick us up, because he has the ability and responsibility to love us, and the family is reunited!
Mother cries at the mention of her father. But then a happy smile will appear on her face. She always said: I didn't marry your father wrong. He is willing to give everything to love us. In the most difficult time, he chose to deal with it himself. I prefer a life with quarrels but laughter to an ordinary life. A person's responsibility is fully embodied in him.
It is often said that father loves mountains and mother loves the sea. The mountains are slowly barren, and the sea is not as vibrant as before. However, they have always been branded in my heart. The sea and mountains are so beautiful! How beautiful!
The scenery in my heart 4 Today is my birthday. Our family went to Tianhuashan Forest Park, which is located in the northern mountainous area of Dandong. "Bailongjian", "qinglong river", "Tianhua Peak" and "Xiguding" are integrated, and peaks, caves, waterfalls and streams complement each other. Very wonderful, dangerous and unforgettable.
In the car, we saw a mountain in the distance, which looked like Chairman Mao's head. Aunt guide told us that it was one of the scenic spots in Tianhua-Maogong Peak.
After getting off the bus, we were attracted by the beautiful scenery of the majestic peaks. Magnificent, mountainous and colorful rocks, we entered the gate of Tianhua Mountain. We walked up the stream, like a garden corridor, across the bridge. The stream sings merrily, as if welcoming tourists. The flowing water is rippling and crystal clear, and it really feels like a small bridge. We saw the Shuanglong Waterfall in the distance, and the tour guide told us.
On the way to climb the mountain, we came to Tian Tong Canyon, which is called the first canyon in the world. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the peaks in Tian Tong Canyon are steep, scary and daunting. Encouraged by the whole family, we climbed slowly and carefully along the stone steps with a rope in our hand. There are high cliffs on both sides, and we can only see the slender sky. I smiled and said to my mother, "I'm sorry.
There are all kinds of boulders everywhere, some like ingots, some like frogs, and wild animals. Finally, we boarded the rooftop, which is a mountain peak made of huge stones. From top to bottom, it really has the momentum that "all other mountains are dwarfs in the world". . Tianhua Mountain, like a beautiful China landscape painting, is the most beautiful scenery in Dandong in my heart.
The scenery in my heart. There lived an old couple in their eighties upstairs. They have no children, but they have a strange habit: they must help each other to go for a walk every evening, and they have to buy three meals the next day.
There is no elevator in our building, and the old couple's house is on the fifth floor. This fifth floor is too high; Short is not short, especially for the old couple who are over eighty. However, they still insist on going for a walk and buying food every day.
I was really surprised. Why on earth do the old couple insist on walking every day? Just to buy food? No, with their living conditions, they can hire a nanny to help them do these things, so they don't have to travel like this every day. Why on earth is this? I was curious. I followed him after dinner the next day.
The two old people went to the market first, and I dodged all the way, biting tightly. The two old people settled their accounts, arm in arm, like a pair of young lovers, trembling towards No.3 Middle School. I know my husband used to teach there. They went in and I took the opportunity to blend in. They crossed the afterglow of the sunset and came to a bench. I stood behind them and looked at them, but they didn't find me. They talked pleasantly in the sunset. I don't think it can be a continuous love story of young people. I walked up to him quietly and finally heard clearly: it turned out that the old woman was counting the money she spent on food that day. Grandpa leaned against her, bathed in the sunset, and gently dozed off. The old lady muttered, "Alas, prices have gone up slightly now." The old man said vaguely, "Well, it's gone up ..." At this moment, the old woman was a little unhappy: "Grandpa, what are you sleeping? Go home and sleep again! " The old man hit him hard and said, "Oh, ah!" " I couldn't help laughing. The old woman looked back at me and blushed. But the old man smiled brightly: "Good boy, huh? Ha! "
The two figures snuggling together in the sunset will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
The scenery in my heart 6 scenery doesn't have to be magnificent, but a small move by one person can also become a beautiful scenery.
At low tide, far away, I saw a little boy, bent as if picking up something, and an old man with gray hair and stumbling steps came in the distance. He said to the little boy, "Don't answer it. Thousands of such fish will be swept away by the waves in one day. " It turned out that the boy was picking up the fish that could not be returned to the sea by the waves, picking it up and throwing it far away. The little boy retorted the old man and said, "I can save one. A fish is life!" " "The old man felt a little guilty, so he stopped discouraging the boy. This is a beautiful scenery.
At the end of school, it suddenly rained heavily, and students without umbrellas were trapped in the school. At this time, a mother came to pick up the child with a raincoat and an umbrella. When she came out, the raincoat was put on for the child, and the mother was soaked through. Nevertheless, the umbrella leans towards the children. This is also a beautiful scenery.
Rural teacher-Teacher Li, his heroic deeds.
One night in winter, the school alarm clock rang. He knew that a thief had entered the computer room. He ran straight to the computer room without a coat. As a result, he saw two black figures moving electronic calculators, so he shouted, "Stop thief!" " The two robbers were in a hurry. One of them swung an iron bar and threw it at Mr. Li's head, but he didn't give up and shouted twice: "Stop thief!" " "As a result, he was chopped by robbers and Miss Li fell in a pool of blood. At this time, the people from the school security office came and called the police. The robber was arrested and Miss Li was taken to the hospital. Her head sank into six millimeters, and she was cut five times and sewed more than forty stitches. This is because of Mr. Li's brave and tenacious spirit that the school will not lose hundreds of thousands of electronic calculators.
This incident is enough to move people. This is the most beautiful scenery!
The scenery in my heart 7 Looking back, I can see your figure in my mind. Although it has been two years, your beauty is not vague at all.
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In the past five years, I am not outstanding, but you don't abandon this, hold my hand and advance and retreat with me. So, I paid my trust in you.
Your friendliness, your smile, your enthusiasm, like beautiful scenery, are pleasing to the eye, and your gentle tone is like running water, clear and transparent, which makes people happy.
Whenever I am sad, only you comfort my shoulder and inject comfort into me. You are cheerful, lively and smart, and I am happy when you are happy. When you are sad, I also want to comfort you, so you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
When I made a small mistake, you didn't yell at me, let alone support me, because you know, I was already very sad in my heart and couldn't be hit again. You asked me to sum up the reasons, and the gentle tone made me feel the long-lost warmth.
Looking back on this, I thought: Are you still so beautiful? Is your gentle tone still there? Because I don't want to lose your comforting hand when I turn around. You are my greatest attachment.
Now, we have parted ways and can only meet during the long vacation. The person I want to see most is you. Five years of friendship, who won't miss it?
You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. You are as pure as an angel. You are also a pure person in my heart. Of all the scenery, I only love you.
Whenever I see a photo and think of the past, I can always see your figure in my mind. Although we have parted ways, your appearance and your beauty are not vague at all!
The scenery in my heart 8 This place in the world is naturally beautiful, but it will be boring if you can't go deep into the scenery for a long time. There is always a scenery that belongs to your heart and can be deeply understood. ...
Autumn leaves have a sense of desolation. The wind moves the falling leaves, dancing together, spinning in the air, and staying for a long time, showing a picture of reluctant attachment. At that moment, my thoughts were frozen in an instant, and my heart could not have a faint sense of existence, as if it were indescribable, but all my worries on weekdays gradually emerged in my mind. However, every time the leaves wither, it seems that a problem can be solved. Sometimes, a gust of wind passes quietly, and the leaves on the ground are spinning and dancing, so light! From a distance, it looks like a group of Huang Die people dancing heartily. What a sad feeling! At this time, I couldn't help coming to the tree and stepping on the fallen leaves. I was very soft and comfortable, and my heart was always impacted by a bleak and cool feeling. Walking so leisurely, I occasionally bent down to pick up a fallen leaf, which is slightly yellow in green and smells a little fragrant! At that moment, I really wanted to express its desire and let this dead leaf take away my troubles. This is another autumn wind, and it seems that my troubles will also drift away! It was in the evening, the sun was setting, and the leaves were very beautiful. Through the gap between the trees, I saw these leaves suddenly flash with infinite light. Standing at different angles, the leaves in the sunset show different brilliance, like colorful. ...
This fallen leaf made me feel the passing of my life. The passing beauty is a memory, and the passing tears used to be sadness, but when a new hope sprouted, it also sent away the fading of those lives! There is no more melancholy, so we don't have to look back on the past or look forward to the future, live in the present and grasp it well! Is this a spiritual understanding of fallen leaves?
Fallen leaves are a landscape in my mind, not only because of the visual experience it gives me, but also because of the germination of my mind! Germinate a kind of hope, cheer up!
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When I was a child, my father's back was wide and soft, which was a good place for me to climb trees and play when I was a child. Every time I lie on my father's back, I feel very comfortable.
I still remember one day at noon, my father told me to take a nap, and I just pretended to be dead for a while and then started tossing again. First, "somersault cloud", then "eighteen palms of flying dragon" and finally "frog skill". After I was exhausted, I took a pillow to find Duke Zhou. "Dong ..." The old wall clock struck four times. I rolled over and turned to look. It turned out that the "pillow" that I thought was very soft and comfortable turned out to be my father's back. He actually lay in bed for three or four hours to let me sleep. I couldn't help crying at once. I asked him if he was injured or tired. I quickly rubbed his back and waist with my tender little hand, but he smiled and said, "Nothing, just exercise."
When I grow up, my father's back is still straight. He often tells me to stand up straight and look straight ahead. Sometimes when I make mistakes in reading and writing, he will pat me on the back with his hand.
When I was ten years old, I was hospitalized with a bad cold, but my mother was away on a business trip to study. The tedious housework and the burden of taking care of me suddenly fell on my father's back. He often has to be busy until late at night to sleep for five or six hours, but he has no regrets in the wind and rain.
A few days later, my illness recovered, and then I looked up at my father. Ah! He seems to be several years older, and he usually has no time to take care of his brightly combed hair. He also has a few strands of white hair, bloodshot eyes, a little more bags under his eyes, and crow's feet on his face jump out of shame. But when I told him that his back was a little hunched now, he smiled and said, "Son, that's impossible."
My father's back has been wide and straight for many years.
Father's back, a beautiful scenery.
The scenery in my mind is 10. This season is deeply hidden in a silence. It belongs to autumn.
Deep sky
The autumn sky is blue, charming and thorough. There are no clouds floating around, and there is no feeling of low pressure. I just feel that the sky seems to have risen a step and widened a lot, and the autumn night sky is more charming. In the moonlight, the treetops are inlaid with silver ribs, reflecting green and white light. Looking up at the sky, there are not many stars and the moon is bright. The moon in early autumn is just a crescent moon, hanging there alone, far away from the stars. Silver moonlight wine covered with a thin layer of yarn can be seen, but it can't be picked up. When you step on your foot gently, you think it is not yarn, and that light illuminates your shoes.
Hazy rain
In autumn, it is drizzling all over the world, and the dense filaments quietly drill into the soil, covering the air with a thin layer of fog, like a dense silk curtain, which permeates between heaven and earth. Hold up a small umbrella and walk alone on the path. Let the autumn rain in October float wine on my face, cool. Several horses that came home late aroused shallow echoes and danced in the smoke. I walked straight ahead, looking for light in the hazy direction. To pursue, to find my dream of spring.
Withered leaves
Autumn is the season when the breeze is swaying and the leaves are falling. I sat quietly under the tree and touched the yellow leaves with my hands. Pick up a piece and put it in your hand. The texture between its branches and leaves is so clear, an inexplicable natural beauty. Ye Er fell like this, and fell on two old people who helped each other, with the afterglow of the sunset. Their vicissitudes show sadness, which is brought to them by autumn. They are lamenting the past.
This season belongs to me, to autumn. I must tell it quietly and let it help me hide my new wish.
The scenery in my mind is 1 1. Nature is colorful, flowers, birds and trees can be called scenery, and its beauty is moving. There is such a scenery in my heart, a charming scenery.
She is not as tall as a tree, but she has a graceful flower. She doesn't have the surging of the sea, but she has the gentleness of running water. She is lively and active; She is so quiet and lovely.
She is the scenery in my heart. Our teaching building is a ring with a small playground in the middle. There will be many people after class, and she can often be seen throwing volleyball everywhere with a group of girls on the playground. She is like a white rabbit, avoiding volleyball in the crowd. Sometimes she hit back at the "enemy" with volleyball, and her hearty laughter was everywhere on the playground. She ran with her black hair scattered behind her head in the wind. She turned gently, her face was half covered by her hair, and her fair skin was shining in the soft sun.
She is the scenery in my heart, and snowball fights are her favorite activities. After the heavy snow, after class, we ran out of the classroom and went into the battlefield. She skillfully wrapped a snowball and attacked every enemy who came into her range. When the snowball is thrown away, she will run around the playground while screaming, which is very cute. I remember one time when I was snowballing, she came up behind me and stuffed the snowball into my collar. I looked back at her. After the prank, a smug smile appeared on her face. When she ran, another snowball hit her right on the head. It makes me laugh and cry. She was covered in snow and her hands were red with cold, but she didn't care at all. Cheeks are also slightly red. She shook her head and knocked off the snow. Snowflakes are flying around her. At that moment, she seemed to be a beautiful angel.
She is the scenery in my heart. I had several self-study sessions with her. She is doing her homework and the classroom is very quiet. I patted her to ask her some questions, and she indicated that she would tell me after class, and then she wrote and left. Her posture is correct, her face is calm, slightly serious, and she has a temperament.
She is the scenery in my heart, a beautiful scenery. Although I can't enjoy such scenery anymore. But the scenery that has always existed in my heart will not be erased.
The scenery in my heart 12 The campus scenery in my heart-the playground. Although there is no beautiful rockery swimming pool, picturesque garden and spacious and bright classroom, the spacious playground is full of our laughter.
Our playground faces north. It is oval with many colorful flowers around it. The outer ring of the playground is a red runway with several white running lines. The inner ring is a vibrant green rubber lawn with a basketball stand and a football field, where our cheerful laughter often echoes.
Sometimes it's hilarious. As soon as the bell rang, the students flocked out and rushed to their "happy holy land"-the playground. Some people are playing basketball on the playground. First they slapped the ball a few times, and then they jumped up with the ball in their arms. When they reached for the ball, they only heard a bang, "Yeah! It's buckled! " ; There are people running, right foot in front, left foot behind, bang, the arrow generally rushed out of the starting line. In a blink of an eye, a tall big brother won the championship and danced excitedly.
Sometimes it is not the most festive, for example, when the flag-raising ceremony was held on Monday, the school playground was solemn and grand. The flagpole is silvery white and shiny, standing straight there, no matter the wind and rain, it will not stand! The five-star red flag is red, and the five golden five-pointed stars are dazzling and fluttering in the wind! We wore school uniforms and brand-new red scarves, lined up and stood in awe in front of the national flag.
The playground left the laughter and figure of each of us, which brought us the greatest happiness and became the brightest scenery in my heart!
The scenery in my mind is 13. With the chagrin of failing in the math exam, I walked home in frustration. Walking to a corner, I caught a glimpse of those once strong mulberry trees, which were scarred after yesterday's strong wind. Broken branches were scattered on the ground in a panic, and mulberries were scattered on this pile of branches mixed with mulberry leaves. The branches have become fragile and crumbling, as if they would die if they were not careful. This scene makes me feel very hurt. Hey, go home and get scolded. ...
I turned away with my head down, and suddenly I saw a white furry ball, ah! It's dandelion! I crouched down and looked at this dandelion quietly. It grows in the cracks in the wall, fights tenaciously with stones, and wins living space for itself. It tried to squeeze the stone out of the crack. It proudly stands in the middle of the cracks, singing the song of victory-the song of freedom to overcome fate with the rhythm of the breeze.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the thin and feathery seeds of dandelion reluctantly left their mother's arms, only three or four "stubborn" ones were still attached to their mother. Fate did not pity it, but a strong wind blew away a few seeds attached to it. It's like an old man who has lost his soul, lifeless and ready to face the call of death.
I stood up and looked at the sky. The army of seeds fluttered in the wind. They crossed a rainbow in the sky. Like meteors, they carry the power of dandelion mother, break through the obstacles of fate and will land, take root and sprout in another pure land. Compared with mulberry trees, dandelions are really dwarfed, but they are humble and light up the light of hope for themselves. I looked back at the dandelion still standing on the street corner, which was beating with the fragrant breeze and bidding farewell to the children who were pursuing their ideals.
Yes, setbacks and misfortunes can't break our wings, break through obstacles, face difficulties directly, leave our footprints in the bright sky, surpass those who are stronger than ourselves and become the masters of our own destiny.
To the corner, the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
The scenery in my mind 14 There are many landscapes in the world, but when they really appear in front of my eyes, they are always unsatisfactory because they are all beautified. So, where is the most authentic scenery? Hide in your heart.
There are many beautiful scenery in the world, the grandeur of the Forbidden City, which records a long history, the vast grassland in Inner Mongolia, the burden of flying the soul and flying freely. The soft poems are Jiangnan, tender to the heart, the turbulent sea and the sky. ...
I have to say that there are many beautiful scenery in the world, but they are not the scenery in my heart.
The gentle waves caressed the reef, and the faint blue water met the sky with no end in sight. The whistling wind chases the waves, the warm sun looks after the warm golden sky, the loose sand flows away from the soles of the feet, and the sound of water ripples in my heart.
This may be the most beautiful scenery, but it is not the scenery in my heart.
You see, the majestic Mount Tai rises from the ground, and the green mountains overlap, just like the ups and downs of the sea, surging and magnificent. This is a mountain.
The raging Yellow River water poured down from the high cliff. They rolled and roared, hitting themselves hard on the rocks, as if expressing their anger. It was shocking, and then with great reverse thrust, they jumped into the arms of the river again with a very high water wall. This is water.
One side of the soil and water raises one side. The land of Qilu endows Shandong people with magnificent physique. The northland is vast, the mountains and rivers are vast, the Yellow River is bold and unrestrained, and the primitive wildness flows in the blood of Shandong people. This is a person.
There are mountains, water and people, which constitute a magnificent scenery. This is the scenery in my heart and my hometown.
The scenery in my hometown can't be forgotten. It is the most beautiful scenery in my heart. Remember everything in your hometown, so that you won't get lost in the luxurious scenery outside and find your way home.
It turns out that the most beautiful scenery is my hometown, and it stays in my heart. ...
The scenery in my heart 15 There is a red leaf bookmark lying quietly in the book, like an indelible scenery engraved in my heart. It was an early autumn day, and the results of all subjects came out. Looking back at the rankings and thinking of my parents' anxiety, I escaped from the pile of books.
Through the National Day holiday, I; Came to jinfengshan. When I looked up at Jinfeng Mountain, I was shocked by its beauty. The green there had faded and the fire had just begun to appear.
The beautiful mountains in Qi Jun have faded, and the soaring waterfalls are hanging in the mountain stream, rushing, rushing and impacting with a little red water! The majestic momentum has written a magnificent and moving movement for this mountain.
I bent down to pick up a fallen leaf and looked at the reticular veins on it. I seem to see its glorious life course. Suddenly, I have an impulse to put this fallen leaf in my book as a bookmark, like a boat, carrying me in the ocean of knowledge.
It was that night that I fell asleep for the first time. I dreamed that I became a fallen leaf, swept into the air by the strong wind, and flew over, revealing the color of life. At this time, a voice sounded in my heart: "Flowers must bloom overnight, don't wait for the breeze." The sound of thunder woke my sleeping heart.
That fallen leaf has always lived in my heart. Whenever I am tired of reading or doing my homework, I feel the veins on the fallen leaves, as if I saw the line pointing straight ahead, and my enthusiasm for learning was rekindled.
The new green in spring, the dark green in summer and the golden color in autumn are all inseparable from the decoration of leaves. The season without leaves is a deformity, how frustrating and sad it is.
Fallen leaves record the course of life. Although short-lived, it is glorious for a lifetime. If we work hard in a limited number of years,
Work hard, work hard, then, when life falls like leaves, there is no sigh of complaining, only songs without regrets.
Fallen leaves-you are the scenery in my heart!