The moment when we dream of sailing is the dazzling flash of our life; To dream of flying is to shine like a planetesimal.
only sometimes, the light fades; Only sometimes, the light is brighter. Dream-the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Often, life will rain a red rain for you, cut a piece of colored silk, draw a rainbow ... There are always things shining in your eyes; The years of life are always lost. Only by weaving a dream color map-let us always look forward to-the most beautiful scenery in our hearts.
There are always blue waves in your eyes. Is it the green hills reflected by rivers and lakes that make you want to stay? Is it the green bamboo that stops in Qingshan forest that makes you sigh? It's the green grass fluttering in the evening breeze. Just because it is composing a lively movement of life.
We are often amazed at the vitality of grass. I think, it's just the perseverance of the grass fighting for its dreams that shocks you.
We are often amazed at the courage of moths to put out the fire. I think it is just because we have dreams. We don't have to be surprised, we don't have to sigh.
we just need fire-like enthusiasm to make our dreams. We just need perseverance to realize our dreams.
We just need to look back at the most beautiful scenery in our hearts. There is a long way to go to realize your dream.
it may take courage to cut through thorns. Maybe you need blood, tears and sweat as a paint, splash ink and color it one by one.
"the quality is clean when it comes, so don't let the sewage sink into the ditch. "Dreams are pure and flawless.
only the most primitive is the most beautiful. We can't let filth kill our hearts and dreams.
Look back bravely, look at your semi-finished products, bravely raise your pen and continue painting. Whatever the outcome.
the most beautiful scenery in my heart is not so easy to find. Just look back and look at that-"people".
We can always enrich these two simplest strokes in our dreams. This is the most beautiful in our hearts.
I will never forget it: looking for the most beautiful scenery in my heart-looking for dreams and taking the road of dreams. 2. Write an 8-word composition with "Scenery in My Heart" < P > Since the day I moved my family to the park, I have developed a habit: after getting up every morning, I have to stand by the window and watch the scenery for a while.
Perhaps because I have lived in the old village for too long, I was really scared by the gray buildings outside the window. When I decided to improve my living conditions, my wife and I listed "having a good view" as one of the elements of buying a house. The reason why we chose the house where we are living now is that it stands facing the street, with unobstructed view, and you can see a lot of scenery standing in front of the window.
it is very pleasant to stand by the window and watch the scenery. When I first moved into my new house, Su Chun West Road outside the window had not been completely repaired, and the other side of the road was completely a refreshing pastoral scenery.
standing at the window and looking around, everything is emerald. The green grass everywhere, the reeds swaying gently in the breeze, and the bushes full of night herons are like a three-dimensional pastoral painting, quietly displayed in front of my eyes.
Looking eastward, you can also clearly see the sparkling waves of Jinji Lake and the Xinsu International Hotel under the shining waves. Looking southwest, the newly-built customs building stands tall, showing its magnificence in the morning light.
Everything outside the window is so refreshing. Many times, I just stood there for a long time, intoxicated by the scenery outside the window. It wasn't long before I found that the scenery outside the window was changing quietly almost every day.
with the development and construction of the park, there are many new contents in the scenery outside the window. New landscapes such as Central Park, Xinghai Swimming Pool, Urban Garden Residential Area and International Building have appeared in my sight.
the other day, when I was sorting out my photo album, I dug up some photos. These photos were taken at different times, but they were all taken from the window. They truly recorded the scenery outside the window yesterday.
By comparing these photos with the scenery in front of me, I really realized what "one year is the same, three years is the big change"; Only then can I understand what "today is not what it used to be". In just two or three years, the old "pastoral painting" has been completely replaced by the present "modern painting", and the scenery outside the window has completely changed.
Now standing in front of the window watching the scenery, I sometimes feel a little regret: the view outside the window is far less open than before. However, when those newly emerged landscapes came into my eyes one after another, the trace of regret quickly dispersed like smoke.
Because, from the change of scenery outside this window, I saw the take-off of the park. 3. care about the composition 8 words have a description of the heart and the environment
It is raining sparsely, but the streets are very lively. Colorful umbrellas are like lotus flowers blooming in the water, which is beautiful. Passers-by walked past with laughter, and their feet splashed with transparent water, accompanied by laughter, making a harmonious sound. A little girl was walking quietly in the noisy crowd, and the rain was dripping down her cheeks. She couldn't help shivering. "It's so cold," she thought. She is an orphan. She lost her father's love and mother's love since she was a child, and she was born dumb, so that she suffered a great blow. "Pa", her foot slipped and fell to the ground, and the rain soaked her whole body. She struggled painfully on the ground, and passers-by surrounded her and whispered: "Look! How poor she is! ""What a miserable fate! " "I feel sorry for her." This sentence after sentence of pity made the girl feel even more sad. She was always strong and suddenly weak. She stopped struggling and quietly lay on the ground as cold as her heart, suffering. Tears were mixed with rain, and she could not tell whether it was tears or rain. Suddenly, the ringing sound came to her ears. She looked up and saw coins scattered around her from people's hands. In a short time, there were many banknotes and coins with different denominations around her. However, she was not happy. She wanted to tell people that she didn't want pity, but she couldn't say it. She began to struggle again. She wanted to escape from here, which would only make her more sad. However, she was frozen. She needs people's help She raised her head and looked at everyone around her for help, but people avoided her eyes. No one wanted to touch her wet body. The girl slowly lowered her head, and tears poured out of her eyes again. She felt unspeakable sadness in her heart. Suddenly, she felt someone coming towards her. She looked up and saw a boy who seemed to be younger than her, standing in front of her with his hand outstretched. The girl blinked and trembled. At this point, the boy clenched the girl's hand and pulled her up from the ground. The girl looked at the boy gratefully. She wanted to say thank you, but … she couldn't say it. Seeing her melancholy appearance, the boy took out a candy like a wake-up call and handed it to the girl, saying, "Sister, I'll tell you a secret. If you eat this candy, you can sing the sweetest song in the world!" The boy finished, smiled brightly at the girl, and then skipped away. The girl looked at his fading back and shed tears of happiness. Then she looked at the candy in her hand and wrote the sweetest song in the world in her heart. At the same time, she smiled ...
This world. What makes tears turn into smiles? What makes the heart so close to the heart? It is love. With love, we can spread warmth to every corner of the world with a happy smile.
Let everyone have love in their hearts, let us influence people around us with love, and let us embrace the world with love! 4. Ask for an 8-word composition about the heart (original)
In the long river of life, time is slowly disappearing, but some beautiful moments of life are engraved in our hearts. It may not be so shocking, not so wonderful and moving. But it is so beautiful in our hearts.
in my heart, there is a beautiful picture.
It was in a hot summer, and I went to my aunt's house to play. On the road, I saw a man lying on the ground, his hands kept digging for something. He is wearing a yellow coat with the words "cleaner" written on the back. At this time. I realized that the man lying on the ground was a cleaner.
what is he doing? I thought to myself. "Take a closer look, it turned out that he was cleaning up the sewer blocked by garbage, and the smell of this * * * floated around, making passers-by don't want to stay here for a moment. And there is sewage all around him. The cleaner endured the smell of this * * *, and this bad environment was cleaning the sewer. " I was thinking about it here when a young man suddenly rode past him by bike, and the sewage on the ground splashed on the cleaner. I think: This cleaner will definitely stand up and severely criticize this young man. However, the reality is the opposite. The cleaner stood up and looked at the young cyclist without saying anything. Maybe he saw that the young man was … in a hurry. He watched the young man go away for a long time and then squatted down to continue his work.
On another occasion, my father took me back to my hometown. On the way, my father's motorcycle ran out of gasoline. Look at the distance, my grandfather's house still has a long way to go. Just then, a good-hearted man who was riding a motorcycle saw it, stopped the car and asked us what happened. Can I help you? My father said: My motorcycle is out of gas, but it is still a long way from my home ... My father told the story once, and the kind-hearted man didn't even think about it, so he said to my father: I just added gas, so share it with you. So I pumped some oil from his motorcycle. My father asked him how much he wanted. But he said no money. When people are in trouble, always help them. Do people help just to get paid? "But you can't use your oil for nothing," my father said. The kind-hearted man said no, and then got on the motorcycle and left. At this time, we can't even say thank you to ourselves, but only say "thank you" from a distance.
The cleaner's obscurity and tolerance; The kindness of that kind-hearted man can make us get home smoothly. These two scenes are small things in life, but they are a beautiful scene in my mind.
Chapter 2: Scenery in my heart
Perhaps one afternoon after many years, the sun will be as bright as ever, and I will gently open the small city gate in my heart and count the fleeting clouds and the colorful scenery.
oops! The English quiz is red again, so there is no doubt that I have to stay after school to pass the exam again. It's really killing me. Just now, the scorching sun smashed into the glass exterior wall of the teaching building, but now it's raining under the pretentious ground. I can't stand this ghost weather ... It's still sultry in late August and then mixed with a thunderstorm, which makes people breathless. It's really "the house leaks and it rains all night", I thought to myself as I pushed my bicycle with my head drooping. Look at the electronic watch in your hand, it's past six o'clock! No wonder my stomach barked badly ...
I finally got home. Before I put down my schoolbag, I was greeted by my grandfather's crying when he blew his beard. Two moustaches on his mouth danced up and down with a pair of closed lips. Two gold-plated front teeth were particularly dazzling in the light, and occasionally they spit, which made me dizzy ... "What time did you finish school? Your teacher said that you had already finished class, and you didn't come back until now? I don't know how to bring an umbrella when I'm so old. You, you, you, you go and change my dry clothes, and how to clean you up after dinner. " I ran upstairs like an escape, and I couldn't help but feel funny. Grandpa blushed like a funny cat in an cartoon.
I changed my clothes and looked at the mobile phone on the desk. Seven or eight missed calls were all from my grandfather. This cute little old man was probably so anxious that he forgot that I didn't bring my mobile phone to school. "Why are you so loose? Come down for dinner, you are growing up, don't be hungry. " I laughed with a snort, and a warm current spread all around. This fickle little old man was just screaming in dismay about how to tidy up me, and now he is anxious to starve me. Hehe, such a detailed love easily warms my whole body's fatigue and blows away my little disappointment, like clear water flowing through a smooth slate … very light and soft.
The sun shines lazily from the blue sky, reflecting in my heart, forming a beautiful scenery.
The scenery in this heart is full of little spoil, which is grandpa's eternal care. About the scenery in my heart, 8 words and 7 articles, about the scenery in my heart, 8 words and 7 articles. In the scenery, the lovely little old man is holding the little hand of a little girl with a mouthful of deciduous teeth. There is a lovely little old man blowing his beard and glaring, scaring away the puppy that surprised my little girl, and there is a lovely little old man holding a sugar gourd to coax the sulking little girl who is already a big girl ...
The scenery in my heart is like tea like rain, moistening my heart.
In fact, each of us has our own scenery-affection. Whether it is perfect or not, it lives in your heart, and you will interpret it and experience it again and again when you are lost, frustrated, happy or lonely. Perhaps the pace of life makes you have to walk in a hurry in the busy street. Perhaps some regrets and mistakes are bound to shake your life, just like a steel bar plunged into the land, which will bring eternal pain to the land. However, we can walk slowly in more scenery and gradually let go.
The scenery in my heart is winding, fresh and elegant ... 5. Writing a composition described by people's notes (with psychology and scenery)
Working notes "My mother asked my sister to start washing dishes. After washing, I could ask my mother for a bonus, so I was envious and asked my mother," Can I go to wash dishes? " You also give me a bonus for washing dishes. "Mom replied," You are small, so you'd better sweep the floor. There must be a bonus. "I thought, in order to buy a toy, you should sacrifice it. So I picked it up to sweep the floor and insisted on finishing it. However, there was a lot of dust at some feet, so I wanted to sweep it. Now I'm sweating profusely. I sat down to have a rest. I'll let you wash it later. "I'm 1, unwilling. I picked up a broom and tried to attack the corner, sweeping and sweeping, and finally I finished sweeping one corner. I continued to sweep the other corners, making my face full of dust. I played a bullet and finally recovered. I went to my mother to get a bonus. My mother went to check it out. After checking it out, she said to me," Well done.