The landscape composition left in my heart
"Several early songbirds compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring." This is the scenery left in Bai Juyi's heart in early spring.
"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." What remains in Yang Wanli's heart is the scenery in midsummer;
"The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang geese walk carelessly;" It is the scenery left in Fan Zhongyan's heart in late autumn;
"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." What remains in Cen Can's mind is the winter scenery.
The scenery left in my heart is the endless rice fields and intoxicating rice fragrance in autumn. ...
The clear stream, accompanied by the rushing frolic sound, runs eastward. On the river bank, the already dim green grass sets off the delicate chrysanthemums. Not far away, it is a golden rice field. On the rice field, the rich rice fragrance snuggled up to the sunset glow dyed red by the sunset.
At night, the stream is still playing cheerful music. I just seem to raise my voice quietly, and it sounds more and more cheerful and passionate. The difference is the chorus of frogs and slugs in rice fields. The moonlight is dim, and the moon is ashamed to hide in the clouds like Bai Lianhua, gazing affectionately at the beautiful rice fields. The golden ears of rice are quietly covered with a romantic gauze. Despite this, the intoxicating rice fragrance is still rich, so warm and happy!
The so-called happiness of childhood is that you are tired of chasing dragonflies barefoot in rice fields, lying in the straw pile for fear of being bitten by mosquitoes, and being asleep by a scarecrow riding the wind and humming. No matter how happy you are, the intoxicating rice fragrance is still rich and makes people happy and sweet. ...
I forgot when, when I was old, I left my hometown, the endless rice fields and the intoxicating rice fragrance.
I also forgot when I went to a completely strange place. There were towering buildings everywhere, and all I heard was annoying noise. There, it is difficult to find endless rice fields and intoxicating rice fragrance.
Thousands of difficulties and dangers, childlike innocence was finally influenced by interests, and the leisurely mood was finally driven away by busyness. When the storm comes, I have to face it alone, because nothing can stop me ...
I remember the only castle in my childhood. I smell the fragrant rice flowing with the stream. At this time, my eyes seemed to see endless rice fields. The intoxicating rice fragrance in rice fields is still rich, warm, sweet and happy, which reminds people of home. ...
Landscape composition left in my heart II
Time flies, I have taken off the coat of scouring children and learned to take care of myself in this way, knowing that I will not miss myself in the past, but I often miss the past.
I have been in primary school for six years, and it is time for me to cross the crossroads of junior high school and move towards the future. There will inevitably be some souvenirs.
I think, no matter where we will go and where our initial dream begins, the colorful friendship will never fade.
I don't know who left me an orange memory. When I am depressed, I always pass a note from the other end of the table and say, "Be happy!" " "I don't know who always holds up an orange umbrella for me in the storm when the teacher spits. I don't know who always knocks me on the head when I am depressed in the exam, and provocatively warns me of the truth that men bleed without tears. The orange friendship is always so warm, as soft as the warm afternoon sunshine, and the bright smiling face in the sunshine is our truest feelings for each other.
I don't know who left me a blue memory, but I always sat quietly with me, leafing through Tagore's poems and discussing problems that will never come to fruition; I don't know who always gives me an earphone to share the so-called elegant and romantic piano music; I don't know who always inspires me with scores and whispers, "I'll kill you next time!" " "A ridiculous sentence like that. That blue friendship is always so quiet, as transparent as clear sea water, and the waves on the sea are our laughter.
I don't know who left me a scarlet memory, but when I was flying, I was beaten and knocked out the proud and self-righteous me. I don't know who always urges me to crawl towards the ideal goal with him when I am impetuous; I don't know who always pulls me around on the playground and says with a smile, "If you don't exercise well, you won't be an excellent citizen of China." That crimson friendship is always so energetic, as rich and fragrant as clusters of lilies. On a breezy day, the whisper between bees and buds is our sincere heart.
I know those colorful memories are friendship, and they are memories that I will never abandon in my heart. No matter how time goes by, no matter what changes have taken place in the world, rainbow-like colors will last forever and never fade.
Landscape composition left in my heart III
Holding a brush, I sat in front of an empty drawing paper, and the scenes of campus life clearly came to my mind, and the colors on the drawing paper gradually increased. Suddenly, among these colors, I found a different kind of scenery.
That is a flowering begonia tree, surrounded by a circle of benches. On weekdays, it is a good place for students to play. Its branches grow in a large area, covering a cool little world for us, just like a mother's gentle embrace.
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Every April, begonia flowers will produce fresh and attractive flowers. Seen from a distance, it looks like a large pink cloud. Pink smoke lingers on the branches, and the fragrant smell makes us reluctant to leave for a long time. In those few short days of flowering, we enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. Gently pull down a branch, and the crystal dew rolls on the wet petals. Pink is like a paint bottle knocked over by a fairy, which blends it with the essence of heaven and earth. Flowers seem to be smiling at us and squeezing each other, each with its own charm. We just stared, already intoxicated in this wonderful pink ocean.
We pick petals.
Time flies on the petals, and when the flowers are dying, it is a rare sight. Countless petals fall to the earth and become a dreamy petal rain. Bathed in this rain, I seem to be a fairy in a fragrant flower. Walking on the ground covered with petals, I only stood on tiptoe and the wind swept by, for fear that if I was not careful, I would let them disappear under our feet. Bend down to pick up a piece, stroke its silky skin, study it carefully, and carefully put it into a small sachet. A falling flower has different shapes, and I always feel that every piece is so perfect. In the end, I expect flowers, because I can't hold them. I don't know when, picking petals has become our unchanging scenery for six years.
I have been in primary school for six years. As long as I think of this flowering tree and us who have found 60 petals, I will have a kind feeling. This year, the surprise of watching a group of young students bathe in the rain under the dreamy powder smoke was suddenly surrounded by a kind of warmth. It turns out that this has always been a landscape in my heart.
Landscape composition left in my heart iv
Everyone has a scenery that stays in the bottom of my heart, just like a flower that blooms in the bottom of my heart and never fades. Maybe it's one thing, maybe it's one person The scenery in my heart is the dignity of an old man and the belief of hard work and harvest.
Last summer vacation, my parents went to work, and I was idle at home, so I went out to buy something to eat. Solve dinner. By five or six o'clock, there were few people in the street. Just look at the scenery in summer. I visited New Century Plaza with great interest. The sun is no longer hot, so we are going to the back hill. Compared with noon, it is much cooler, and the wind blows gently, not to mention how comfortable it is.
Suddenly the voice of cucurbit silk sounded in my ear, alas! Who is blowing? I followed the sound and saw an old man in rags. He must be a beggar! But unlike him, he held a gourd silk in his hand and blew it on his mouth. There are several cucurbits hanging from his slightly bent shoulders. He seems to be a peddler. The old man walks while playing, which attracts the interest of passers-by from time to time. When a child came, the old man stopped to play and introduced his cucurbit silk to people. After a while, the child happily took the gourd silk and left. It seems that he is good at selling things. Another puzzle surfaced. Why don't such an old man stay at home and wait for his children and grandchildren to support him? He insisted on selling gourd silk, thinking about it, and walked over there. I walked beside the old man. The old man thought I was here to buy cucurbit silk, so he quickly introduced me: "It's very cheap, buy one!" " "I'll talk to him. Through the conversation, I learned that grandpa had a son, but he was accidentally run over by a car. He also has a little granddaughter at home. When the subsidy was not enough in January, he came out to sell gourd silk. I also know that grandpa doesn't want to ask others for money. He comes to sell loofah every morning. Hearing grandpa's words, I was lost in thought. An old man doesn't want to get something for nothing, but some mature people give up their dignity and beg others to give me some money. I admired my grandfather at once.
Since then, the old man, in the afterglow of the sunset, has become a beautiful scenery in my heart.
Landscape composition left in my heart five
When I was a child, my mother often took me out to play, and I had a good time every time. The place to go is also very beautiful, and there is a scenery left in my heart.
This scenery is not gorgeous, this scenery is not a famous scenic spot, and this scenery will make me unforgettable. This is the library.
In primary school, the teacher took us to the library once a week. At that time, I was still young, and the purpose of going to the library was not to study! In midsummer, I went to the library to feel the cool air conditioning and the carefree feeling of taking off my shoes. Winter is coming, and I want to enjoy comfortable and warm heating in the library. Of course, there is no need to talk, so our library is always full of gossip and dry mood.
When I grow up, I always take time to go to the library with my friends during the holidays. However, I didn't study most of the time, and even reading was just a cursory glance. However, one library changed my habits-Nanshan Library.
When we first came to Nanshan Library, we were shocked by what we saw. There are 80-year-old people and five-year-old children, almost full of people, but without gossip and frivolous emotions, we can't feel the heat here. Everyone is reading quietly. Seeing this scene, I, who always loves to talk, was silent for a while and didn't want to break the silence. So, I chose a book and began to read quietly.
Soon we went home. This is the first time that I read a book quietly and carefully in the library. That day, I felt a very quiet reading environment. This environment is more comfortable than air conditioning and warmer than heating. Of course, I can't forget the unforgettable scenery. It is this kind of scenery that makes me find a quiet place in the floating and dry city.
There are more silent words than vocal words.
……
Landscape composition left in my heart VI
Pale days, bridges running water. Today, it is actually the most beautiful scenery left in my heart. -inscription
The gray-blue sky hangs over a world. In the countryside: the village with smoke billowing and earthy breath stands on the horizon, and the uneven rice is swaying with the wind, spilling this pastoral scenery. Smelling the fragrance of rape blossoms gently, it is elegant and fresh, like a touch of tea, which permeates the whole slightly moist air. Looking around, large tracts of gold fill the whole space, and you can't tell what a stem is and what a leaf is, only know the golden rhyme. In the countryside, next to the stone bridge, there is a clear water that flows slowly, composing a most natural and beautiful movement, which is in harmony with the pastoral scenery along the way. ...
The children ran in this landscape, turning ten miles of rape flowers into a wisp of smoke. Playing fast and living fast on the stumbling stone road naturally reveals a childlike innocence! Bathed in the sun, shaking his head like rice, growing with the wind. ...
In the city, it is very different. Tall buildings, such as bamboo, fly high all night and kiss the white clouds. Buildings of different sizes are all over the city, as many as black-haired cows. Chimneys stand near industrial buildings, emitting smoke without restraint. People don't know it when they cough in choking weather. The stone road was replaced by a neat road, and the endless stream of cars left jade-like ashes flying in the air. Sewage has replaced tap water, with colorful garbage floating on it and unbearable rancidity. ...
Children in the city are different from those in the country. Everyone is sitting in the interest class, listening to "long speeches", doing countless homework and thinking about the teacher's teaching plan. However, rarely, really rarely, go out, see the world and enjoy the natural scenery.
However, where did the natural scenery go? It disappeared in the crowd, or was polluted, and even went to another wonderful world ... but it stayed in my heart.
The once big forest is a permanent scenery in my heart, bright blue sky, flying to the once small bridge …
Through the big forest with black chimneys, I persistently searched for the lost scenery.
seek ...
Landscape composition left in my heart VII
In my life, apart from my parents, teachers have been with me for the longest time and have had the most profound influence on me. My teacher has a serious face and always puts on a thoughtful look. I'm a little scared when I see it, especially when I make mistakes.
I remember it was the first day, when I was very naughty. Talk to the front and back tables in class, make small moves, and sometimes make a fool of yourself. The last thing was known by the class teacher. He called me to the office when I was studying for myself that night. He got to the office before me because he was ahead. When I opened the door and shouted "Report", he was standing there holding the handle and holding his chin in his hand. He suddenly said, "Come in!" I suddenly feel that everything is over, and I can go back after the whole thing, and I can't spill blood on the spot.
He just talked to me and asked questions. Finally, we got to the point. "How about classroom discipline?" I was silent. "Don't talk, don't make small moves?" I am still silent. I gradually raised my head. He stared at me with those eyes and put on a serious face. My legs began to tremble with fear. After that, I promised him that I would stop talking and do little tricks in class. He also let me go.
It won't happen to me now. Because every time I think of the expressionless face with my cheeks in my hands, I am always surprised. His face is deeply imprinted on my heart.
Whenever I do something, I always think of that face. He is my alarm clock to prevent mistakes. Its face will always remind me of my philosophy of life.
A person should be open-minded and have committed a crime, so don't hide. Dare to do it. It's not a man to dare to do it. His words have always been the criterion for me to do things, what to do and what not to do.
Now I dare not make mistakes. Because I'm afraid to see that expressionless face with hands holding the handle and cheeks propped up.
Landscape composition left in my heart VIII
Some people say: the scenery left in my heart is Guilin, because people often say that Guilin's landscape is the best in the world; Some people say: the scenery left in my heart is Huangshan Mountain, because people often say that Huangshan Mountain returns without seeing Yue; I said: the scenery left in my heart is two actions, because these two actions reflect a completely incomprehensible character.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it clearly in my mind.
The thing is this: that time I went home by bus, it was really crowded, but I still got a very suitable seat. There are more and more people in the aisle. I said to myself: Never fuck an old lady or hold a child, because once I do, my throne will be lost. Contrary to people's wishes, I am afraid of what will happen. There is an old lady in the car. I have no choice. I got up and offered my seat to the old lady, but the old lady was about to sit down when a woman sat in my seat.
I was really angry. How can a person do this? So, I quarreled with her, and the old lady said to me, "That's it, young man. I just need one stop. There is no need to argue. " I stopped talking and stood quietly.
A little girl stood up. The child brought by the woman said, "Grandma, sit with me. I am still young, and it is okay to stand. " What a simple person! A word flashed through my heart. "It doesn't matter, grandma. I just need to stand for a moment. I should get off at once. " Grandma said. The little girl hugged the woman at once and said, "I can let my mother hold me." It doesn't matter. " Grandma finally sat down with a smile on her face. Looked at me, then at the little girl, just nodded, and then got off the bus, but still smiled kindly at me.
I still have a lot of feelings when I think of this scene. A mother and daughter robbed and gave up their seats. This sitting and standing picture has been printed in my mind, becoming the most wonderful contrast painting in the world and the scenery left in my heart.
Landscape composition left in my heart nine
When I open the curtain of memory, I will find many scenery, and there are always several scenery that have moved me so far.
I remember one night, my mother accompanied me to learn saxophone. On the way, my mother walked alone on the road with a heavy saxophone on her back. Because of the dim light, I couldn't see clearly how my mother walked, so I didn't offer to help her recite the saxophone. In this way, my mother and I walked to the teacher's house with one foot deep and one foot shallow. By the bright light, I saw the bean-sized sweat oozing from my mother's forehead. I was surprised that my mother worked so hard. In order to repay my mother's hard work, that day was the most diligent day for me to study. On the way home, I offered to recite the saxophone, but my mother refused, saying that I was afraid of crushing my bones when I grew up. I learned later that my mother was still ill that day. I can't help but be surprised again: what a great love it is! At that time, my mother's love became a beautiful scenery.
I still remember that I failed in the first English exam. Usually, my level is in the upstream, but this time I fell out of Sun Shan and entered the countdown. When my mother found out, she not only didn't criticize me, but also had a serious talk with me all night. I recall the past scenes, only feel happy, spoil the broth. Losing Jingzhou was really an unintentional mistake. My mother made a study plan for me that day. After my unremitting efforts, I finally returned to the upper class.
At this time, my mother's efforts have formed a beautiful scenery.
On the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, my mother became the most concerned person in the world. He asked me to be caring and attentive from time to time, and handed me a cup of fragrant milk tea when I was thinking hard, from which I felt my mother's meticulous care and care for me. So I redouble my efforts and strive for early academic success to repay my mother.
At this time, my mother's concern has become a beautiful scenery.
Mom, great maternal love, sincere dedication; Meticulous care is a landscape that will remain in my heart forever.
Ten landscape paintings left in my heart
In primary school, because my home is far from school, I have to get up early every morning, and my mother always wakes me up early. In fact, not only my mother and a big breakfast wake me up every morning, but also some rumbling noises.
Every morning, at the same time, in the same direction, that annoying voice always rings, which casts a layer of noise on the quiet morning that should not belong to it. I began to hate the sound, breaking the silence in the morning and disturbing everyone's sleep. Every morning, what I do most is to complain that this annoying voice broke my dream.
Finally, one day, I couldn't stand it. In the morning, I got up early, changed my clothes and lay on the windowsill waiting for the culprit to appear. I fell asleep again in a daze, only to hear that annoying voice again. I opened the window and looked around with my eyes wide open. Finally, I saw a truck showing its huge outline in the misty morning fog. That's a green truck. It's very big. It turned out to be a garbage truck, so it's no wonder that I have a strong smell all over my body, which makes me sniff around. At this time, the car stopped and an uncle in a dirty apron got off. He walked to the trash can I saw and had to leave three buildings. It contains garbage from our building. You know, it's full of kitchen garbage, leftovers, peels and so on. There are many flies flying on it, and the water dripping from the air conditioner also drips into this trash can. Needless to say, it is conceivable how disgusting the scene is, and this uncle can bear it. He dragged the big trash can to the front of the garbage truck, first pushed the garbage flat, and then picked up the garbage that fell on the ground. The garbage truck overturned the whole trash can and emptied it. Uncle dragged the trash can back to its original place, and then walked to the next trash can.
I see! In order to let everyone see a clean ground in the morning and not smell the trash can, these uncles got up early, emptied the trash can regardless of the smell and left early. They explained the deepest meaning of labor with sweat, and this scene was deeply left in my heart.
The next morning, familiar voices and familiar figures appeared again. I didn't complain, just listened quietly and looked at the scenery left in my heart.
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