In daily life, I find that there are touching spiritual beauty and admirable behavioral beauty, and I feel a kind of tolerance.

The beauty of capacity.

During the winter vacation, my mother said that I didn't do well in the math final exam, so she signed me up for a Chinese math class. On the first day of class, I made many new friends. Chatting with many classmates after class, I couldn't help walking out of the classroom while chatting. After a while, all the students left the classroom to rest and play games. Back in the classroom, I saw Li Shujia reading alone in the classroom. I ignored her and went back to my seat to find a pen to do my homework. I just opened my schoolbag and found that my favorite pen with little white cat on it was gone. I turned it over in a hurry.

Everywhere, but nothing.

I immediately asked Li Shujia, "Have you seen my pen?" She replied flatly, "No." I said firmly, "There is no one here except you. Can this pen grow wings and fly? " Before he could answer, I said, "since you didn't take it, let me see your pencil case!" " "I grabbed her pencil case and opened it." My pen lies straight in the pencil box. I suddenly got angry and shouted at her, "Why did you take my pen?" She said indignantly, "My mother bought this for me." I said, "You took my pen and lied!" I went on to say, "otherwise, you can give me my pen back, or we will go to the teacher to reason!" ""She was speechless by what I said and had to put

Give me my pen back.

When I got home, I immediately put down my bag and wanted to do my homework. As soon as I entered the room, I saw the striking pen on the table. I suddenly realized that I just stood there, my mind was blank, and it took me a long time to come to my senses. I said to myself, "So what she said is true. That pen was really bought by her mother, and I lost this net belt. " My heart suddenly became impatient. How can I talk to people?

Apologize at home? I say this and that, and then I feel embarrassed to say anything

The next day in class, I walked slowly to her seat. My heart thumped, and finally I bravely said to her, "I'm sorry, but this pen is yours." I forgot my pen yesterday, which wronged you. I'm really sorry. I brought a pen today. Please forgive me. " She gently took the pen, smiled at me and said, "Never mind, don't mess up in the future." My face is red.

Like a big apple, silent and attentive. Ah! I find that tolerance is another kind of beauty in life.

"Discover beauty with your eyes and feel beauty with your heart." I keep repeating these two words in my mind, but I only feel confused and confused. This is an assignment specially assigned by the teacher. He asked us to record the beauty we found and felt with the camera in our hands.

I know that the reflection of moonlight and the afterglow of sunset are beautiful, I know that the blue sea and majestic mountains are beautiful, and I also know that the trickle and vast grassland are beautiful. But all this is not what the teacher asked us to look for. He repeatedly stressed the need to find beauty in life, saying that "beauty is all around us."

Time is ticking away. I wandered around the alley without pressing the shutter, but the sweat on my head was flowing downwards and my legs were a little sore. I bought a bottle of iced drink in a small shop and leaned against the wall to drink. At this moment, I caught a glimpse of an auto repair shop at the corner. The young man who repaired the car turned his back on me and was absorbed in what he was doing. Curiosity drove me through. It turned out that he was reading a book, and the equipment for repairing the car was casually placed beside him. The wind lifted his unkempt hair slightly, and I saw him sitting on a pony, his rough and greasy hands pressing the pages of the book, his eyes staring at the book, but he didn't notice my approach. He used leisure books to pass the afternoon when customers were scarce? Or did you drop out of school at an early age, but you always miss studying, so that you don't forget to study in your spare time? I guessed at random, and a strange impulse surged in my heart. "Click" I pressed the shutter. Yes, just on impulse. At that moment, I forgot the beauty I was looking for. I just feel that the scene in front of me is so quiet and touching. Is this the beauty I found and felt? The young man didn't think carefully, heard the noise, raised his head and faced the camera. At first, he was confused, and then he smiled. I suddenly found that the smile on his simple and dirty face was so brilliant that I couldn't help but press the shutter again.

For example, one day your parents went to work, and you wanted to help your parents, so you looked up how to cook online. Cookbook, fried rape, fried black bean sauce, squid oil wheat dish, tomato and egg soup.

Then how excited your parents are to go home and how delicious the food is.

Finally, it is concluded that the beauty in life is created. As long as you do it with your heart, life will always be beautiful and will never fade.