There are many beautiful moments in nature. A grass grows out of the soil, a rose blooms brilliantly, a waterfall falls from a cliff, a full moon rises to the treetops, a bird breaks its shell and a drop of water slips quietly ... As long as you feel it with your heart, you will find the connotation of beauty.
Magnificence is the rolling waves from the sky, bombarding the blue boulder; It is a tortuous and dazzling lightning that pours down from a cloudy sky, sending out thunder that shakes the earth; It was the volcano that was silent for a long time that suddenly spewed out its fiery feelings and wrote rough poems on the surface with red blood. The magnificent moment is the atmosphere of lightning.
Wanmei is snow-white clouds swimming on the grassland like sheep, rolling and relaxing with the shepherd's whip; It was a euphemistic love song, and an oriole hiding at the bottom of a leaf sang shyly, trying to hide his face with a pipa; It was the water droplets floating in the air that condensed into edelweiss, and the ladle floated up and fell into the embrace of the earth. The moment of beauty is the peace of running water.
The vast beauty is the overwhelming westerly dance brush in late autumn, which dyes the leaves all over the mountains and plains more and more red; It is said that fog permeates mountains and rivers and scatters mirage; It is the bright moon that rises from the sparkling sea and coats Qianbo with silver. The moment of beauty is boundless and heroic.
The moment of natural beauty is so incomparable, but the moment of human beauty is by no means inferior. When the Wenchuan earthquake broke out, Tan Qianqiu, a middle-aged teacher, resolutely stopped the collapsed concrete slab with open arms and protected four students hiding under the podium with flesh and blood. Chen, the captain of the telecom emergency repair team, pushed hard against the flying stones, leaving the danger of death to himself and the hope of life to his colleagues; After escaping from the classroom, Lin Hao, a nine-year-old pupil, resolutely returned to the collapsed classroom, rescued two students from the ruins, and was injured himself ... what a magnificent moment!
Cherish nature, hold a handful of water for flowers and plants, hold a handful of dust for green leaves, build a nest for birds ... let the infinite poetry in our hearts be released in the communication with nature, and let the ancient nature communicate with the modern world. This is a dazzling moment.
When the train roared through the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the "roof of the world", when the Shenzhou VII astronauts stepped out of the cabin door to say hello to people all over the world, and when the 29 huge footprints of the Beijing Olympic Games walked step by step from fireworks to the "Bird's Nest" ... Who can not admit that these are the most beautiful moments on earth!
Let's cherish the beautiful moments, because life needs beautiful nourishment! Let's create a beautiful moment, because the world needs beautiful maintenance!
How many moments in the fleeting time have left me unforgettable?
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I will never forget the summer of that year, the cherry blossoms of that year and the photos of that year. ...
"Grandpa! Grandma! Come, I'll take your picture! " I jumped under a cherry tree. Looking back, grandpa is gently helping grandma, and his eyes are full of deep love.
There are several cloud boats floating in the crystal clear sky, and a breeze blows from time to time.
Grandpa helped grandma stand under the cherry tree and said, "granddaughter, take a picture!" " "Say that finish, he turned and looked at grandma silently, and grandma smiled gently. Just as I was about to lift the camera, a breeze blew, and the cherry blossoms all over the sky fell to the ground, leaving a pink color. Sunlight has plated the cherry blossoms with soft gold.
Grandpa smiled out of the corner of his eye, and the wrinkles on his face jumped happily, telling people that the wheels of years have run over one after another here. Holding grandma's hand, silently watching grandma who is also smiling, her eyes blend and become a beam of light that will remain unchanged even if it is put on hold for thousands of years.
At this moment, I froze. I quietly looked at this painting, beautiful and moving, beautiful and intoxicating, beautiful and unforgettable. ...
As time goes by, the wind stops and flowers fall. I don't know when my eyes are wet. The cicada broke the silence. While I am annoyed that I didn't capture such a beautiful moment, I am also moved by the sympathy of two nearly 100 people.
"Granddaughter, did you take a picture?" My grandparents asked me when they came to see me. "I'm sorry ... I was distracted." I lowered my head, and the color of guilt filled my face. "It's okay, it's getting late. I'll cook your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs when I go home. " Grandpa held grandma in one hand and patted my head in the other. His eyes were full of warm smiles.
At this time, the sun is setting, and the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, emitting soft light. The wind slowly blows the fragrance of cherry blossoms. A touch of afterglow falls on the back of grandparents, and the shadow stretches for a long time. ...
I stood in the afterglow as if I had experienced a baptism. I deeply buried the picture just now in my mind, and my grandparents have spent a happy half-life in my heart. ...
Beautiful moment excellent composition 3 park lakeside, cool breeze blowing gently; Warm sunshine, sparkling; Swan in the lake, elegant and beautiful. Charming scenery, beautiful heart. The moment of beauty is as dazzling as a meteor across the horizon.
Walking alone by the lake in the park, the green silk hairs of willow trees by the lake are blown by the wind from time to time and swaying in front of my eyes. Spring, what a beautiful season. At first glance, a little girl gathered under the willow tree. She sat by the lake, her back was small in the sun, and the wicker swayed gently. How beautiful!
I couldn't help walking over and sitting not far from her. The sun reflected half of her face, a fleshy little face peculiar to children. She tore off a piece of bread and threw it to the swan in the lake. It looks very cute. "Is Big Sister here to see the swan?" The child's voice rang. I turned to look at her, backlit, unable to see my face clearly. I nodded. She looked at the swan again and saw her smiling face. "Isn't the swan beautiful? I have been feeding them! " Her fleshy little face is full of happiness. "Big sister is also here to feed the swans." She said and handed me some pieces of bread. "Are you alone?" I asked, tearing off a small piece of bread. , throw it into the lake. "No, mom is here! Where can I buy a ticket? " Following her eyes, I looked at a small pavilion not far away. There is a young woman who weaves twists and touches her forehead from time to time. The sunshine covered her with a layer of Phnom Penh, and there seemed to be a small pear vortex on her smiling mouth, just like the Virgin Mary. She suddenly turned around and smiled. I don't know if it's for me or her children. But it stunned me for a long time.
"Mom said, I want to be obedient, she is very busy. Elder sister, do you think I'm fine? " She looked at me, the sun was just right, with a smile on her face, catkins flying behind her and swans dancing beside her. She is like an angel on the earth, naive, sensible and lovely.
I didn't stay long, leaving half a piece of unfinished bread. What should I write down? Write it down later:
She is like the beautiful back of an angel, rippling in the sun. ...
She is like an angel who gives charity to a swan, feeling sorry for herself. ...
She hugged her virgin like an angel, and her heart matched hers. ...
Her beautiful smile like an angel blooms in spring. ...
……
Write down the most beautiful moment. Spring has already begun. ...
Beautiful moment excellent composition 4 "Flowers! "
The downpour washed the earth mercilessly. Several tall pine trees opposite were staggered by the rain, waving branches for help and unable to stand on their feet. The fuzzy fog transpiration from the ground, can't see clearly in the distance.
Standing downstairs in the cram school, I feel a little stunned-the weather forecast didn't say it would rain!
The students around me leisurely walked downstairs, as expected, took out the umbrella in the bag, shook it a few times, spread it out-like a peacock scrambling to open the screen and slowly disappeared into the fog.
Looking at a strange face, I decided to borrow an umbrella.
A chubby girl with dark skin came down the stairs with an umbrella. I quickly greeted him: "Hello! Well, I don't have an umbrella. I want to walk with you to the station at the school gate, can I? " The girl's facial features are chiseled, her big round eyes show hesitation, and there are two small dimples in her mouth. Just for an instant, a crisp voice sounded: "Good!"
Two people, one high and one low, huddled under a pitifully small umbrella, stood on tiptoe, looking for high ground at every step, and they staggered towards the school gate.
While thinking about how to thank you, a middle-aged man in a brown coat and glasses came up to me with an umbrella and patted the girl next to me. "Come on, Lulu, hey, ah-is this your friend?" The girl quickly replied, "This elder sister didn't bring an umbrella. She came out with me. "
The girl's father smiled kindly: "Then come and give you a ride in my car-where is your home?" I immediately became wary and refused politely and warily. He seems to realize this, but he still smiles kindly, and the crow's feet around his eyes are full of goodwill: "Then you can take this umbrella and give it to us tomorrow. Slow down the road! " He reached for the girl's umbrella and handed it to me. The girl flexibly hid under her father's umbrella.
I looked at the father and daughter and suddenly felt that they were really beautiful. The umbrella is an old yellow and blue umbrella, but it protects me firmly in the wind and rain, and there is still the residual temperature of the girl's palm on the handle. At this moment, the rain became gentle, as thin as a flower needle, just like a holy angel coming to the world of mortals, gathering on the umbrella surface, slipping quietly and splashing a little coolness. The smiles of girls and middle-aged men are condensed in the wind and melted in the mist. The whole world seems to be beautiful.
Finally got on the bus. The rain has gradually stopped, the city is still running as usual, and the smell of spring makes everything feel fresh.
Looking out of the window, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong, and flowers and the moon are spring breeze.
By chance, I learned the true meaning of truth, goodness and beauty of human nature. At that time, in that embarrassing situation, I had an unforgettable experience in my life.
I studied in Taizhou for some time. As soon as the tutorial was over, peas began to fall, and the wind was blowing head-on, with the fragrance of the earth. There are desperate people running on the road, and there are couples snuggling with umbrellas, but I have no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the rain. I am running in the rain. Suddenly, a bus stopped and asked me if I wanted to take a bus. I thought that even if I ran home in such a heavy rain, I would become a "soaked chicken", so I went up. There were too many people in the car, but it was quiet. People invariably looked out and watched the rain fall on the clean road from top to bottom, splashing.
"It smells good! Where is the fragrance of flowers? " A little girl with clear waves and a smile in her eyes said. Those eager eyes are looking around. The basin of smiling flowers on the floor was finally found by her. She stroked the petals of the smiling face flower with her hand and couldn't help admiring: "What a beautiful flower! Like a smiling baby face! " Just as I was immersed in this beautiful picture, I was awakened by a cry: "Please buy a ticket." Yes! I was too busy having fun to even buy a ticket. I quickly untied my schoolbag and calmly took out my wallet. Why don't I even have a penny? My tears are coming out. Everyone in the car gave me a suspicious look. "Did you find the money? Do you have money? " The shop assistant was annoyed.
I was so embarrassed that I could only look at the car. Suddenly, I caught a smile! It is the little girl who has just been deserted, praising the smiling flowers. She smiled at me, it was a kind and comforting smile, with a strange innocence in her mouth and eyes. The little girl has fine features, clear and pure. The slightly red lips, naive, kind and lively, calmed me down a lot.
The pot of smiling flowers on the car floor exudes a faint fragrance!
Sure enough, she asked me, "Sister, how many stops did you go to?" Enthusiastic and casual inquiry. "……"
"Here you are!" So she leaned down and gave me her hand with a shiny coin in her hand.
Laughing flowers are faint, refreshing fragrance!
"Take it, sister." She leaned forward again, cocked her head and smiled in her eyes. "Thank you, thank you very much." I am very touched.
"You know how much affection is in a smile." This is a smiling sentence praised by predecessors. Isn't the gentle and quiet smile of the little girl like an angel's smile? Isn't the beautiful moment engraved in a captivating smile?
I am lying in the wild flowers, in front of my grandmother's door, and I want to hear the sound of wild flowers opening.
The sunshine spread in my palm, as soft as gold thread, and gradually penetrated into my body. The sunshine whispers everything, holding up the trickle of love, and two children are laughing and running on the path of wild flowers. Yellow earth, yellow skin, cool mood and even thin dust are all spinning happily with the dancing children.
What a beautiful picture it is to lift the veil of sunshine. The impulse of flowers makes me want to fall asleep, but I'm still confused. Looking at the clouds like cotton candy, they are big, fluffy and absolutely sweet.
I gradually lost my mind and closed my eyes. The wind walked carefully, for fear of disturbing me and the sleeping buds together.
"Psst-psst-"I got up carefully and saw a wild flower trembling slightly. Ah! This wild flower is in full bloom!
The pink coat was finally slowly lifted by the milky gauze. It was the beauty who gently put down her thin skirt, layer by layer, and the flowers gently pushed open the curtains-the petals had the color of a sweater that had not been touched by peaches.
With the silkworm breathing like a silkworm, my eyes widened. What a wonderful moment nature is! Under the caress of the sun, the sound of flowers is getting stronger and stronger, and the tassels on the branches next to the sound keep shaking their heads, anxiously waiting for the beautiful moment when wild flowers bloom. Finally, the stamens breathed a sigh of relief, and the last two petals, like two faint blushes, gradually spread out. The stamen in the goose yellow cake dress held her head high and held out her chest confidently. In the wind, she looked around curiously.
At that moment, it was just a wild bud growing hard under the blue sky, and now it has completed its most sacred and beautiful bloom.
Just like us teenagers, running freely under the blue sky, our smiles are the most real and beautiful. We say that the sun burns our eyes, but our hearts are gradually blooming under the touch of the sun. ...
We are eager to open these petals with our own feelings, let time witness our efforts, and let all those who care about us not wait. We are eager for a wind to gently blow away the blush in our hearts and the sadness on our faces and dance happily with the earth.
Only one day, others found us "blooming", more beautiful and more energetic than before! Only we know how beautiful and sacred our blooming moment is.
Some people say that the moment when a meteor crosses the sky is the most beautiful moment; It is also said that this is also the most beautiful moment when fireworks bloom in the air; But I want to say: the blooming of maternal love is the most beautiful moment!
After dinner, I came to the quiet path alone as usual, and the cold night wind cried at me. The moonless path is stifling quiet. My hand tightly clutched the test paper with only 74 points, staring blankly into the distance, and the wheat in the field was torn feebly by the wind, making a harsh sound. I still stood there, fighting back tears.
I asked myself again and again, "What did I do wrong? Why is this happening? Is it because I didn't work hard enough ... "I don't know, and I can't figure out why. I can only let tears flow freely on my face. ...
Maybe it's because I've been out for too long that my mother came out to find me. Seeing my expression, my mother paused and whispered in my ear, "Will you walk with me?" I hesitated, but I agreed. I nodded and my mother gave me a faint smile. The smile was so pale that there was almost no trace.
That day, we walked on that road for a long time.
There was a lonely silence in the air, and my mother finally broke it. "What's the matter?" "I failed the exam again ..." "How many points did you get?" "Seventy-four." I stopped talking, and neither did my mother. The silent air creates an invisible barrier between us.
"What do you think is a good student?"
My mother's unexpected question caught me off guard.
"Study hard, get good grades, be excellent in all subjects, respect the old and love the young ..." I said what I think a good student should have.
"No, one more thing." "One more thing?" I looked at my mother doubtfully.
Mom smiled and said softly, "It's persistence!" "Insist?" I chew the word over and over again. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Yes, how can you succeed without persistence?
I looked at my mother and she was still smiling. A strange feeling suddenly rose in my heart: the barrier was broken.
I'm worried about my grades, and my mother is worried about my daughter!
I smiled, laughing so heartily, and my mother smiled, but my mother's smile added a bit of strangeness.
The moon came out, the moonlight was faint, and the evening breeze gently brushed my mother's hair. At this moment, my mother is beautiful in the moonlight.
Beautiful moments are wonderful. Some people say, "Beauty! This is something that can only be seen with your heart. " Yes, the world needs people with beautiful hearts to see beauty. Beauty doesn't need eternity, but that moment is enough to make people unforgettable. A flash in the pan is a beautiful moment, a happy tear across the cheek is a beautiful moment, and a meteor across the stars is a beautiful moment. Which lens does not contain beauty? I often meet those beautiful moments. Let me share them with you, ok?
The first beautiful moment: on a rainy day, a female student forgot to bring her umbrella, and it rained heavily. At this time, the woman who is also sheltering from the rain is standing by. The woman moved an umbrella and quietly sheltered from the rain with the female students. Then they looked at each other, and the woman looked at her kindly and smiled. The female classmate smiled gratefully, and the female smiled sincerely.
The second beautiful moment: on a sunny morning, an elderly lady was going to take a bus, but because she was old, her hands and feet were inconvenient and she walked slowly, but the bus was about to leave, so it was impossible to get to the bus smoothly. At this time, the bus began to start. Grandma panicked and stopped at a distance, but her voice was so weak. Coupled with the horn of the car, she couldn't stop clearly at all. At this time, the driver saw her stop in the mirror and enthusiastically helped her get on the bus. Grandma smiled gratefully, too. It was very sweet.
The third beautiful moment: a playful little boy was playing with a kite, and suddenly a strong wind blew. The kite flew high and got stuck in the branch. However, he can easily get the kite just by standing on the chair, but he seems to be groping for something and suddenly his eyes shine. He took a handkerchief from his pocket, spread it on the table, and then went upstairs to get a kite. He got the kite happily and was very proud.
The fourth beautiful moment: a little girl with glasses, as if because of poor exam results, ran to the tree and cried sadly. He felt helpless and just cried blankly. At this time, an elder sister came over, cast a supportive look at him, held out her hand, pulled her up and enlightened her.
The world is full of beautiful moments, absolutely more than these, there are many, many more. I remember someone else saying, "Beauty is everywhere. For our eyes, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of discovery. " Yes, as long as you look hard, you will find her, and you will find her, so beautiful, pure and sacred!
You should also know that beautiful moments are fleeting. She always slips away from our fingertips inadvertently, but remembering that moment is the most beautiful.
Beautiful Instant Excellent Composition 9 "Wow, it's really beautiful ..." The exclamations of distant students keep pounding my heart. I can't restrain my excitement, and my blood is boiling all over.
Time passed unconsciously, and I don't know how long it took. Finally, the mysterious box approached me bit by bit.
In the corner of the box, there is a dead butterfly lying quietly. How amazing, like a thin fallen leaf, criss-crossing the road. If it perches on a branch, it may be ignored! I thought to myself. Just as my eyes were fixed on its ordinary appearance, a naughty classmate carefully fiddled with its wings with a pencil. Like a frightened child, the dead-leaf butterfly spread its wings with a "poof" at lightning speed. Suddenly, my eyes lit up.
The orange inner wing is dotted with brown and black spots, which looks so tender and delicate, reminding me of the white and delicate skin of the first baby. The brown spots on the inner wing complement the stunning yellow, just like a few slim girls dancing on a stage that attracts thousands of people's attention, and like a wonderful flower blooming in the sun, delicate and charming. At this time, everything around me is so inferior and insignificant compared with it, as if I was the only one left in the world, and the dead butterfly was in front of me.
"Just look at it." "Look, how beautiful its wings are." The students opened their eyes in surprise and their faces were full of envy. Even the unsmiling teacher smiled at her mouth and opened the child with her mother's unique caressing eyes.
At this moment, the dead-leaf butterfly quickly closes its gorgeous wings and hides its beauty again.
When the teacher quietly covered the box, everyone applauded and lingered in the classroom for a long time.
Dead-leaf butterflies use their delicate wings to fully interpret the meaning of beauty. Although it is only a moment, it still brings us beautiful enjoyment. I was deeply shocked: butterflies are like this, so are people! There are many people and things like this dead butterfly in life, which are ordinary, unknown or even mediocre in the vast sea of people, just like a dead leaf lying in the bushes, but at some point in life, it will shine brightly and dazzle.
The beauty of this moment is eternal beauty.
The beautiful moment 10 time washed away the memory like jade, but the pattern on the jade witnessed the beauty. The beautiful moment stayed at that moment, and the inspiring fire of hope stayed in my heart.
The autumn wind is bleak, and I am walking alone on the tree-lined path. The yellow leaves lay alone beside the old tree, looking depressed, and the crisp "click" sounded and broke.
I have been running for class cadre for three years. I don't understand what I did wrong and can't stand the teacher's reuse. Should I stick to it? I don't know.
Suddenly, a naive baby who was learning to climb stairs appeared in front of my eyes. I leaned against the old tree curiously and looked at him intently. The child looks less than two years old, and his round face is pink and tender. He wanted to run happily all the way, but he met a big problem: there was a step in front. He seems to have changed the way he climbed when he was a child, challenging him to stride up. I saw that his right foot was full of breast-feeding energy and struggled to push it. He has touched the countertop, but he doesn't have enough strength to step on it The little boy's lovely big eyes were full of confusion, and he frowned-this was the first difficulty he encountered in his long life. I thought he was going to give up, but the little boy accidentally stepped on his left foot and tried again, which shocked my heart.
But the result is not satisfactory. But he chose to challenge again ... in this way, he tried again and again and failed again and again. The little boy's persistence infected me. A baby who doesn't understand the world knows how to stick to things. As a big sister, I have no reason to give up in the face of several failures.
Just when I was thinking, the little boy stepped onto the steps with tenacious perseverance and unremitting efforts! At that moment, it was beautiful! What a shock! How inspiring!
The little boy giggled, his cheeks were filled with the proudest smile, and there was a rare sweat on his forehead in late autumn, so crystal clear.
Autumn wind brought me the joy of boy's success. I looked up at the blue sky and thought, the little boy will succeed if he persists. What about me? Is there any reason why I don't work hard in the rough? I want to learn from that little boy the spirit of never giving up when encountering setbacks. As long as I study hard, I believe my teacher will recognize me one day.
Many things happened, and that year I finally got my wish and became a class representative. I always thought it was the little boy who was full of persistence and struggle that brought me hope and motivation. I feel ashamed and sincerely thank this strange boy!
Good Moment Excellent Composition 1 1 "My heart is eternal", this melodious music echoed in the cinema for a long time, mixed with people's sobs.
Titanic attracted me not only the pure love songs of Jack and Rose, but also the moments when people showed the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature when the ship sank.
When death is approaching, a young mother knows that she and her children can't escape, so she gently puts her children on the bed, hums good night and gently touches their tender faces. Face brimming with grief, but can't hide the tears in his eyes. What is even more heartbreaking is that children who are not familiar with this world can't think of the terrible disaster that happened at this time, but just greet death with a sweet smile in their dreams. But this is the mother's last love for her children. The beauty of maternal love is heartbreaking and shocking!
People are fleeing, but the four musicians are as cool as a cucumber. They were holding musical instruments on the deck and playing familiar melodies with their companions at the last minute. Aren't they afraid of death? Yes, but they prefer music. Are they just playing music? No, they are playing the swan song of life, which is the brilliance of human nature! Guys, ring the doorbell! They are like this. That's it. Their piano played until the last moment before entering the water. This piece of music, inspiring, also contains infinite memories of life, so selfless love of beauty makes people dare not look straight!
The sea is roaring, and an old couple are lying in bed, waiting for death peacefully. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. In those days, they may have been closely related and walked through the ups and downs of life. How many years of companionship, let them protect each other at the last moment of their lives and never give up. Such sincere love, the beauty is shocking!
The crowd was screaming and people wanted to squeeze into several lifeboats, but in order to adhere to the principle of giving priority to women and children, the sailors raised their guns and stopped the man's crazy behavior. There was a dull gunshot, and a man fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood. Will, the sailor who shot, took a painful look at the man who fell to the ground, gave him a standard military salute and moved his gun to his temple. Will, in order to get more women and children out of danger smoothly, he did not hesitate to use his life to confess to these lunatics. This widespread love for beauty is pathetic!
These beautiful moments all reveal the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature, and all shine with brilliant human brilliance.
Titanic is much more than a classic.
My heart is eternal, truth, goodness and beauty are eternal, and beauty is eternal.