When you spend a long night and open your eyes again to face the world, it means the beginning of a new day - the arrival of morning.

As the saying goes, the day's plan begins in the morning. Morning is beautiful. Walking into nature to appreciate the beauty of morning is a unique enjoyment. The morning has an indescribable haziness like smoke, fog, and clouds. This kind of haziness always makes people fall in love from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at the distant mountains, they are confused and entrenched in the earth, like a lying dragon. It gives people a feeling of both seriousness and mystery. Looking at the rows of green trees, the trunks are thin and almost invisible, while the crowns are green. It really has the splendor of a "hanging garden". The small river in the distance looks even more magical: the water is covered with mist, like a green gauze covering it. Walk to the river, grab a handful of water, moisten your cheeks, and suddenly a refreshing feeling will flow through your body. In an instant, you feel as if you are in a beautiful fairyland, and you will experience the vastness and vastness of the world.

A scholar once said: The most familiar things are often the least known things. I suddenly felt that everything in the world was like this. Just because there is morning every day, people rarely pay attention to it, and it is not easy to discover its unique beauty. Morning represents tranquility, purity and beauty, as well as new beginnings in life.

"The prime years will never come again, and one day will never come again. Encourage them in time, and time waits for no one." Tao Yuanming's poem tells us that we must cherish our youth. People who work hard and enterprising, why not forget all the merits, demerits, honors and disgrace of the past, cherish the morning of our lives, work hard, and make our future lives more brilliant!

In the early morning of autumn, I sat alone and carelessly Under a small forest beside the road. Under the autumn wind, withered leaves and a solemn heart, it is the third year of junior high school. Most of my junior high school career has passed, and two years have flown away in a hurry. When washing hands; when eating, in front of the staring eyes, every minute, every second, every day and every month, passes very slowly but very quickly. I tried, but in the end I just had the helplessness of "cutting off the knife and making the water flow again". I was at a loss inside...

It was getting brighter and there were sounds in the nearby buildings. I saw someone walking through the woods. Was he going to buy groceries? Or going to work? All kinds of feet, all kinds of shoes. What are they doing, walking so fast. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, are you competing with time? Fool, give up! Is time something you can catch up with?

Suddenly, I saw a pair of thin and long legs, no, not legs, but crutches. It's coming towards me. It walked into the woods, and there were still yellow leaves underneath. I followed it and looked up. It was a middle-aged man. He held a stack of thick books in his hands, sat quietly on the stone chair, and opened the book. The look in his eyes, no, how is that possible? He's lost his legs, he's middle-aged, and no, that's not the look in his eyes. So steely, so confident, so cool, so comfortable, showing a firm belief in victory. He raised his eyes and met mine. I was a little embarrassed, lowered my head, and casually said uncomfortably: "You study so early!" He smiled: "Ha! It's not okay to be uneducated these days. We The Cultural Revolution happened at that time, and I missed a generation. Well, I am already over 40 years old, and I still have time to study. I have to hurry up and race against time. , I believe I can win, kid, what about you? ""I..." I became more and more embarrassed. "Only time in the world is fairest to people. Everyone has 24 hours a day. It depends on whether you can make full use of it. If you can make use of it, it's never too late. When it comes to time, you can only catch up, but you can't wait!" I nodded vigorously. nod.

Yes, in the face of the passage of time, what is the use of covering it with your hands? It will just flow away in a hurry from the covering hands. "Don't wait any longer. My young head will turn gray and I will be sad." I still have one year left. We can still work hard, fight hard, and race against time. I won't lose, no!

Underfoot, the withered yellow leaves are mixed with a hint of green.

I stood up and walked toward the woods along the path the middle-aged man took. I walked in a hurry, with a look of steel and determination to win...

In the early morning, the weather was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was fresh. The students came to school early with their schoolbags on their backs, sat in their seats and read seriously. They started a new day of study~

The sun's face is getting redder and redder, and it is starting to heat up, and the countryside has begun to be busy again. Farmers go to the fields in the morning and evening when the weather is cool. The men carry hoe loads, pick up the farm beams, and go to the fields. The women wear colorful hats and carry baskets and light farm tools on their arms to pick vegetables. Children also have their share. I do things, do my summer homework, watch TV, and read books, but mostly I just pretend to show them to my parents. Before going to the field at noon, the woman would come back first and dump the eggplants, cowpeas, and green beans grown in her own field in the basket on the ground, not in the yard, but by the door and alley. Several women operate in the sun together. Sometimes there are tomatoes, watermelons and so on. If it’s soybeans, the one who peels them slowly should peel them together. The family's shortcomings, happy things, and complaints all go hand in hand while choosing vegetables and peeling beans. Everything is so harmonious and silent.

When the smoke curls up and the women are so busy that they are dripping with sweat, it means that the morning is over.

The women washed their faces, looked at the side dishes they had cooked, and waited patiently for their husbands to return. The child salivated when he saw the fragrant fried shredded pork, so he reached out and pinched it and put it in his mouth. Women are always angry, little greedy cat, wait until your father comes back to eat.

The countryside in the afternoon is weak and boring. Cats and dogs squat in the shade and take a nap. When the weather gets hot, dogs stretch out their tongues, which are red, as if they are looking for a place to stay in the shade. Most of the vendors selling cold drinks sit under the pergola in front of their houses and doze on their backs on lounge chairs. . When people come to buy things, they don’t shout loudly or knock a few times, and they don’t suddenly start, look around, calm down, and say um um ah ah ah; the card players are in the middle of the main room, under the shade of the trees, under the hood, along with The onlookers were all concentrating and holding their breath. Although it was just a small trip, no one dared to be sloppy. When it was over, the winners cheered and screamed, the losers lamented and sighed, and some of the onlookers were actually sighing. It was really fun. , watch and enjoy. The wind and rain in summer are cool, unpredictable and fierce. They will wake people from their naps and scare cats and dogs into hiding. People running in the rain on the street, people shouting and hurriedly collecting clothes and closing windows, people staying at home watching and listening to the rain, waiting for the rainbow after the rain, are all the moods brought about by the summer wind and rain. Only those playing cards at home are not alarmed by the wind and rain.

Nowadays, the bridge is still the same and the summer breeze is still cool, but that scene has not reappeared. However, you can often see a lonely old woman sitting on a small stool, shaking the palm tree, and she is speechless. This is the person who fell in love back then. A girl? It seems that I was immersed in the beauty of marriage and love back then, and I don’t know whether I am happy or sad under the night.

The sky finally turned from dark blue to light blue little by little, and a few gentle birdsong passed by my ears. It's almost dawn.

In order to take the high school entrance examination soon, I got up early with the alarm clock music at five o'clock in the winter morning. The winter morning comes a little late, and the sun seems to be afraid of the cold and reluctant to go out. The old street lamps in the community shed a faint light and perform their duties faithfully.

I quietly walked into the study room, took out my English textbook and started to read silently. When I looked up again, it was already 6 o'clock. It's not completely bright yet, but you can already see the old people exercising. Presumably there must be a saying in their hearts that "the day's plan begins in the morning." The breakfast seller has already been waiting in his territory. "Auntie Egg Pancake" didn't wear much, and she seemed to be rubbing her hands constantly. Occasionally, one or two young people who get up early to go to work go to buy egg cakes. Although I was far away from them, I seemed to be able to see the smile that always hung on the face of "Auntie Egg Pancake". This must be the warmth of winter.

The door behind him was gently pushed open, "Why did you get up so early? I haven't made breakfast yet." Looking back, it was my mother. "Oh, my memory is good in the morning, I will recite English." I smiled at my mother, but my heart was full of apologies. My mother always got up very late because she went to work late. This was all because of me... I turned around again, took out my composition book and started reading, secretly determined to give my mother a satisfactory report card.

At seven o'clock, after eating the breakfast carefully prepared by my mother, I put on my schoolbag and walked out of the house. There are already more people in the community, and a small queue has formed in front of the egg cake stall. This time I saw clearly that "Auntie Egg Pancake" was indeed smiling. Suddenly I thought of the four words "Winter Warm Sun" and my heart was indeed warm.

The sun finally emerged from the clouds, spreading its unparalleled light, and the world seemed to be dyed golden. Golden yellow is the color of harvest. The street lights have also been turned off, and they are resting for the next round of tasks. The birds chirped and sang their own songs, but their joyful emotions were conveyed to everyone who heard them singing. I couldn't help but start humming.

While riding my bicycle, watching, listening and savoring all this, I just want to say: Morning is so beautiful.

A magnificent morning glow appears in the east

The morning breeze carries the astonishing fragrance of flowers

The air is filled with a sultry mist

There are wisps of light smoke floating in the mountains and rivers

The leaves are covered with crystal dewdrops

The morning breeze is blowing, and the water drops are dripping

Ripples rise layer by layer

Gone with the waves...

Thoughts are floating in the air

Everything is still sleeping

I stand quietly

Enjoying this beautiful silence to myself

Morning

How peaceful!

How pure!

How many poets and writers have praised nature, which is heart-warming. Early in the morning, I went outside to feel the temptation of nature.

I have seen heavy snow and enjoyed the silky drizzle, but I have rarely seen morning fog like this. The morning mist covered the earth tightly without any gaps. Although it is not as spectacular as the heavy snow or the lingering light rain, it reveals a unique tenderness. It is like a kind mother lovingly nurturing her children, stroking your cheeks and making you intoxicated; it is like a white curtain, draped over mountains, rivers, trees, and houses without a single pattern, giving people a sense of A sense of simplicity; it is like a kind of purity, a kind of charm. A ray of red cloud appeared in the east, which brought me back to my senses.

In the orange-red morning glow, a red sun that is bigger and cuter than a disk rises slowly. The sun emits soft light, covered with a light veil, hanging in the eastern sky. It is like a god with boundless power, turning all the surrounding clouds into a desirable sea; like a boundless Hercules, pushing away the surrounding clouds, jumping suddenly, and jumping out of the sea; like being taught by a teacher. The praised primary school students walked forward happily with joyful smiles on their faces. The sun rises slowly and the fog gradually disappears. The leaves of flowers and plants contain gifts left to the earth by the morning mist, which turn into countless small crystal pearls under the sunlight.

The faint rising sun has just illuminated the treetops. The old vines that climbed up the stone pillars to the third floor were much more lush than when they arrived. Some of the flexible branches spread out with green leaves, stroking towards people, as if to express its euphoria. Among the dewy leaves, a little cicada hissed softly with a childish voice. The increasingly bright sunshine shows that another very hot day is coming. However, no matter how hot it will be later, or even a gust of wind and lightning will come from the heat, this morning is so fresh and peaceful now.

If we analyze it carefully, what is the loveliness of this morning? It is the coolness, the morning dew, the fragrance of the moist earth, and the tranquility of the clouds. Yeah, I guess it's all of that. But more importantly, it's a new beginning. In a person's life, he has to go through many new and complicated roads - he is anxious, difficult, relaxed, and happy. And every morning among thousands of mornings, when it comes, it will make you feel as fresh as the first time you come into contact with it. It is always so fresh and clear, and always so inspiring. In daily discussions, people often use the two extremely opposite words "vigor" and "twilight" to judge a person or an event to indicate whether it is full of vitality or dying. This "vitality" develops from the morning, which always gives people a sense of freshness. Vitality - reminds people of: full of energy, bright eyes, bright red cheeks, taking steps towards a new future. Maybe the future is full of unpredictable events, but that morning is always so joyful and exciting, urging people to get started with infinite affection.

This morning is so lovely, I look at it like I am seeing morning for the first time. Those few morning clouds, illuminated by the sun, are as soft, graceful, ethereal and leisurely as tender red rose petals. During my illness, I often felt that the more difficult I was, the more valuable I felt the morning. Because we bid farewell to Fu and started a new day of life. The passing of this day and the arrival of another day mark another new step in life. I am now immersed in the pleasure of morning light, and I am thinking, what is this morning like? It is very much like a piece of white sail rising in the morning glow, that is, the white sail rising on the channel of our lives every morning. It is so white, it is so beautiful, but it marks always moving forward and the unswerving direction.

While I was meditating, unknowingly, the pieces of clouds turned from red to white and shiny, like transparent and soft wool rolls illuminated by strong light, they moved toward the sky. Flying slowly away in the distance of the blue sky, just like the white sail sailing towards the distant sky.

Suddenly, everything, the huge sky and the ground became surprisingly quiet. The sound of cicadas disappeared, the voices of people disappeared, and the shining universe was filled with a solemn feeling. A real morning begins.