Composition "Wonderful _ _"

I have been thinking about you, the wonderful language in my heart;

I have been pursuing you, the wonderful language in my heart.

You gave me a cool breeze and a bright moon, you gave me mountains and waters, you gave me blue seas and clear skies, and you opened the boundary between me and nature.

With you, Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemums are dotted with hazy Nanshan, Gong Zizhen's patches are turned into soft spring mud, Yan Ai wanders alone to find a winding path leading to a secluded place, and the pulse and oblique light of the text cover the long clear water.

With you, a poetic life has been cultivated into the most beautiful countryside. Travelers who put the white deer between the cliffs drink wine into their chests, and seven points turn into moonlight, and the remaining three points, once embroidered, are half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty; Western jackdaw in the Western Heaven, after picking up all the cold branches, could not live. On the night of "Hanging Xiao Tong on the Thin Moon", he sighed at the river of no return, holding a green awn staff. He is not moved by "petty profit, false reputation", but only wants to help for the rest of his life; At sunset on the roof, the prodigal son broke the sound of the rainbow. On the one hand, there is the west wind of the old rattan road, and on the other hand, there is a "BMW carving a fragrant road", but he just wants to be an Iraqi in a "dimly lit place".

Once for a failure, sit still and think, toss and turn; Once for a gain and loss, I was worried and frowned a thousand times; I once tried my best to grieve for an encounter. As a result, reading Liu Yong, tasting Lin Qingxuan, a few meaningful and elegant essays, full of words, and the fragrance of Zen make me persistent with a peaceful mind and examine my short life.

You told me to take the mentality of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and drinking Nanshan" to "sit and watch Yun Qi, where the water is poor", to appreciate "the flowers and trees in the meditation room are winding and secluded", to taste "the sunset is in the lotus, leaving the green hills in the distance" and to recall "the yellow plum season, the chess pieces are snuff".

You turned me into a butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream and danced lightly and calmly; You turned me into a wild crane in the shepherd boy piccolo, unconstrained style, unconstrained style. You made my life simple, my thoughts filtered impurities, and my mind returned to peace. I retired to the white country where pigeons sang on the house in spring and apricot blossoms were on the edge of the village, but I felt as pale as flowers and forgot all this.

Wonderful you, like a phoenix tree after a drizzle, washed away the glitz and revealed the green. In the leisurely afternoon, in the sunset dusk, I read you with my eyes, read you with my heart, and read endless wonderful Chinese!

splendid music

Gently, open a window; Quietly, have a sip of tea. Turn the button and I will enjoy the wonderful music with the breeze and tea fragrance outside the window!

Listening to the towering mountains and flowing water, the rhythm of the seven-stringed guqin makes Boya and Hippo chefs become bosom friends of life, looking for melancholy strings, setting aside wonderful songs and telling stories of old love.

Butterfly lovers's touching life also painted charm and brilliance on this music. Listening and listening, people can't help but trace back to that beautiful love, yearn for that graceful butterfly dance, and linger on the balcony where they have devoted too much thoughts ... After the cycle, "Butterfly Lovers" became the strongest voice unyielding to feudal ethics.

A Bing's life is no longer lonely because of Er Quan, and Er Quan's heritage is no longer ordinary because of A Bing's insistence. Under the sky, on the edge of Taihu Lake, a blind man is playing the piano, worrying alone, accusing the darkness of society with the beautiful sound of the piano and angrily denouncing people's indifference. "Er Quan" made A Bing feel sad and showed perseverance and strength!

Standing in the national music hall, my heavy heart seems to release the elegance of Chun Xue and the magnificence of the Yellow Road ... Music has changed from one song to another, and the exciting moment continues-

Feel Chopin's patriotic tenderness with his unique heart; Feel Beethoven's magical hands, compose pastoral songs, and hit the door of fate; Feel Tchaikovsky driving a Russian carriage and stopping at a quiet lake to watch swans dance; Feel Schubert on the wandering road, leaving a lonely figure under the bodhi tree. ...

Bach's fugue is romantic and elegant, reflecting the distant Baroque era and the generation of ancient civilization. Berlioz's Fantasia is free and unrestrained, introducing fashion into classicism, unruly into order and individuality into tradition. Schumann's serenade is quiet and carefree, soothing your restless soul, kissing your sad cheek, making your soul integrate with nature and enjoying a complete life in an undisturbed night!

Listen, Pavarotti's loudness, Sarah Brightman's softness-Oh, that's nature!

Wandering in the holy land of foreign music, I feel a kind of culture and spirit and show my love for music!

Wonderful music makes the soul clear and life enlightened!

The breeze outside the window is still swimming, and the fragrance in the tea is still overflowing ... Friends, feel this wonderful music, let it color your gloomy mind and add color to your ordinary life!

Wonderful moment

Before that, I always thought that life was dull; Before that, I always thought that life lacked excitement; Before that, I always thought that every moment of life was easy to remember; Before that, I always thought that I came to this world just to perform a task; Before that, I always thought that having life was waiting for death ... but after that, all my thoughts changed because of that wonderful moment.

Maybe I was influenced by natural pessimism. At that time, I always felt that life was boring, so I fell in love with photography and fell in love hysterically. I hung up the camera and shuttled through the streets when I had nothing to do, hoping to find a wonderful moment and console myself.

That day, at the weekend, I went to the mountains to collect wind.

It was near dusk when I climbed to the top of the mountain with great difficulty.

I'm the only one on the mountain. The trees are rustling and lonely.

Looking around, I was surprised and shocked.

Want to be depressed at night. As drunk as a fiddler, the mass gradually dispersed and melted. A few thin clouds on the horizon, then droop and spread in all directions. The blue sky suddenly reflected a drunken red, spreading and spreading, and half the sky was rendered with a faint blush, which was clear and attractive. The river is a little golden, and the fish scales are ups and downs. The red river is rippling and dotted with blue waves. Several boats in the distance were also dyed a sultry Tuo red. The wind is blowing and the scales are shining. And the slightest wind, like a plum blossom, brushed my cheek warmly and moistened my broken heart.

Well done! This moment!

I woke up suddenly and quickly picked up the camera to adjust the focal length. Unfortunately, the charming Tuohong has gradually dissipated. Helpless, I had to shoot some residual scenes.

With surprise and regret, I began to go down the mountain.

When the photo was developed, I thought it wouldn't be much improved, but when it was turned out, my heart was shocked again.

Rows of rivers still shine like gold foil, but it is "half river rustling and half river red". The boats on the river have put away their sails, and the smiling faces of fishermen on board are faintly visible, red and golden, which is the joy of harvesting after a day's work! On the awning, camel is red and faint, like a faded canvas, with traces of time.

I'm drunk, very drunk. ...

After that, I found that life is colorful; After that, I found that life is wonderful everywhere; After that, I found that the moments in my life were wonderful and beautiful; After that, I found that coming into this world is a kind of enjoyment-enjoying a beautiful moment; From then on, I found that the essence of life is to appreciate beautiful and wonderful moments ... everything changes because of wonderful moments.

Wonderful country night.

In the countryside, the most beautiful thing is not the dawn, nor the shade in midsummer, but the beautiful night.

The sunset finally couldn't hold the heavy night, and was finally pushed off the horizon at the urging of insects and various animals. But the sun god would never give in, so he dropped a colorful burning cloud and disappeared angrily.

At this time, under the call of mother earth, the children gradually returned to that warm little home. As a result, every matchbox-sized house began to smoke to celebrate the arrival of the night and the harvest of the day. In a short time, every household moved out tables, chairs and meals, and men chatted while drinking with bare arms. After eating quickly, the children snuggled up in their mother's arms and played, enjoying the unpredictable fire clouds and smelling the charming rice flowers.

Gradually, the night is getting deeper and deeper. At this time, the insects and the moon began a sonata at night, and bats and various insects danced waltzes, concerts and dances in the dim moonlight. How lively the fields are! At this time, the children are no longer in their mother's arms, playing hide-and-seek in the faint moonlight.

If you happen to pass by, you will be scared out of your wits, because there are shaking shadows in all directions, and there are one or two strange calls from time to time. Maybe you want to run away, but as soon as your leg was lifted, you fell to the ground, followed by a burst of laughter. When you look up, there is nothing in the Guanghan Palace except Chang 'e's charming smile. You have to admit.

As the night got deeper, the children went home and fell asleep in bed, giving out sweet laughter from time to time, as if cheering for the prank just now.

The moon is brighter, but the fields are silent.

The night is also more beautiful.

I like this wonderful country night!

Wonderful moment

Life is an ocean of love, and everyone is breathing and feeling love. Life is like the night sky, in the wonderful moment of the meteor, people feel magnificent beauty; Life is like a trickle, in the wonderful moment of wearing a stone, people feel the beauty of persistence ... but the most beautiful thing in the world is love.

one

In the park in spring, the grass is sprouting and the birds are singing. A little boy who just learned to walk skipped around and was immersed in incomparable happiness. A stone tripped him, and he lay on the grass with a longing for love in his eyes. Mother came and gently picked up the little boy, encouraged him with loving eyes and healed the pain with love. ...

This moment is short, but maternal love is eternal.

two

One dark night, there was neither light nor wind in the sky. In the dim candlelight, two figures, an old man and a young man, were shaking slightly. Under the shiny hair, there is a face that has experienced vicissitudes of life, wrinkled like old bark. This is an old mother who is ill in bed. She slowly opened her mouth with tears in her eyes. On the side, her son held a bowl of smelly Chinese medicine in his left hand and a spoonful of soup in his right hand, gently blew it with his mouth, and then slowly walked to his mother. When touching his mother's chapped lips, hot tears dripped on his son's hands and penetrated into his heart. ...

This moment is short, but my son's love has been sublimated.

three

In the noisy street, trees on both sides flew by. A bus carries passengers smoothly. As usual, everything is so calm and natural. Suddenly, the driver's heart rate suddenly accelerated. He knew it was a precursor to heart failure. At this point, he took his time, slowly turned the steering wheel, drove the car steadily to the right of the road, put his foot on the brake and pulled the handbrake with his last strength. When the car stopped, he left, and his face was obviously a relief.

This moment is short, but the driver's love is engraved in everyone's heart.

Love blooms in life, simple and profound, short and wonderful.

May this love blossom and bear fruit and remain fragrant in your heart forever.

A wonderful autumn day

Blue sky and yellow leaves. I don't know when, Qiu's hand rested on the shoulder of the earth. In this autumn, the leaves are fluttering and the wind is slow, and I have unveiled your mysterious veil.

You are not as charming as the West Lake, no literati wrote many beautiful poems on you, and no magical and beautiful legends happened to you. But it is precisely because you lack these gorgeous decorations that your simplicity is really revealed.

Oh! East Lake, that autumn, I first met you. You are rippling, you are generous, you are steady, you are extraordinary, and you make this autumn wonderful!

I was moved by the long lake, so I bent down and touched your face and cheek. When my hand touched you, a cool feeling penetrated into my heart, and then I knew your heart, your innocent heart. The moment of contact is as smooth as touching the strings, as gentle as holding my mother's hand. I am intoxicated in this soft lake!

When my cruise ship moved slowly, I heard your innocent voice, gentle and powerful, revealing the unique personality of Jiangnan water town. Presumably, it is incomparable to the sound of pearls pouring into a plate of jade, and it is also incomparable to pop music. It is this universal clarity and this universal nature that makes autumn more and more splendid.

Soon, the time to play on the boat was over. Suddenly, I found that every tourist had a bag in his hand. When they reached the shore and passed a trash can, they all had the same move, that is, they laughed and threw the bag into the box. At this time, my heart was surging, and a strange feeling came to my mind. That detail is deeply engraved in my heart. I know this beautiful autumn is not only because of the beauty of the lake, but also because there are tourists who love nature and have environmental awareness.

Looking around, the lake is so lovely, and the distant green hills stand tall, quite like a "green snail in a white jade plate." This autumn is really beautiful.

Autumn wind sweeps the leaves. In my mind, it is still the bright eyes of autumn water, the details of smiling, and those tourists who love nature, who make this autumn beautiful!

Wonderful self

Life is a game of chess without regrets, a noisy play and a stormy sea. Although I am just an ordinary passer-by in life, I have a wonderful thing of my own.

I am wonderful because of books. When reading books, ancient people often said, "Don't listen to things outside the window, just read sage books". But for me, who is full of sunshine and faces the new century, besides textbook knowledge, Chinese and foreign classics are of course indispensable. Books, let me hone my life with Robinson on a desert island and make me invincible; Books, let me into Hugo's Notre Dame de Paris, and fall in love with Sanmao in the Sahara desert; Book, let me go out to sea with the old man Santiago and fight with sharks. Is a book, let me into a world I can't walk into, let me know what is strong and brave, what is the value of setbacks, and what is evil and good and evil. In a word, it is books that make me experience one wonderful life after another.

I became wonderful because of my interest. The poet's interest is exquisite poetry, and the writer's interest is touching articles. What about me? I am nothing, so I am not interested. Of course, that's calligraphy and painting. I like it because it is like my personality. I usually like to splash ink and express my feelings. When I am frustrated, I will write down "When braving the wind and waves, I will set up my shady sail at the meeting and set up a deep sea" to motivate myself. When I leave my friends, I will prove our friendship with "However, when China keeps our friendship and the sky is still our neighbor". When wasting time, I will warn myself by writing "Young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad". Calligraphy makes me calm, makes me "not happy with things, not sad with myself", and makes my life shine forever. Sometimes when I see wonderful paintings with beautiful artistic conception, I always like to draw with my pen in my hand. Although the paintings are not exactly the same, they have already integrated my truest feelings. Because calligraphy and painting works are well received by classmates, teachers and family members. Students asked me to give them to commemorate our wonderful time together, and relatives asked me to write Spring Festival couplets for them and pray for good luck. Therefore, I am more proud of my interest. An inexplicable sense of pride will always come to my mind, making me feel that I am living so wonderfully.

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My life is wonderful, because I am different, I have a wonderful self, and I believe my life path will become colorful.

Wonderful San Xiao.

San Xiao and Tang Bohu ordered Chou-heung, because Chou-heung's smile charmed the country and left him an unforgettable impression. The charm of laughter is unparalleled. Do you have to have a beautiful face to bring this charm to the extreme?

Yang Guifei in the book is gorgeous, and I think her smile will be breathtaking. However, who can explain the irony and indignation of "no one knows it is litchi" in "The Red Dust Riding a Princess and Laughing"? Who wants to laugh like that? The beauty subverted the state of Wu; Smiles of praise are everywhere. It turns out that the smile of a beautiful woman has such terrible charm.

So I turned around and looked for a wonderful smile in my life. I believe I can find it.

The moonlight in early spring crept into my window and penetrated into my dreams. The cool wind poured into my sleeve, and I trembled in my dream, but I could do nothing. There is a warmth in the darkness. I opened my eyes slightly, and my mother was tucking in the corner. So soft, so detailed. The moonlight shone on half of her face and her pupils sparkled. When I woke up, she smiled and told me carefully, "Go to sleep." I went to sleep sweetly, and my mouth corners, bright pupils and gentle words lingered in my dream. What a beautiful face, what a beautiful smile.

I know another person who has that smile. She will smile like that when watching me gobble, watching the stars with me and telling me about the past years. Bronzed face, locked wrinkles, bright eyes and slightly concave lips constitute a beautiful smile. Without a smile, it still touches my heart. That's the smile of my beautiful young grandmother, and that's the smile of the person who loves me the most.

My relatives always love me, and my teacher always cares about me. I grew up in happiness, but I inevitably encountered setbacks. The low point in my study also discourages me, but how can that encouraging smile make me lose my motivation? My most respected and unforgettable math teacher, the short and thin math teacher with big eyes, gave me an expectation and an encouraging smile. How could I forget? The brilliance of those bright eyes has been deeply imprinted in my mind for three years and has never faded.

Mother's smile is full of love; Grandma's smile is full of affection; The teacher's smile reveals confidence and expectation.

I haven't seen San Xiao by Chou-heung, Yu Ji's Smile by Yang Yuhuan, and Compliment Smile by Shi. However, I understand the true meaning of laughter; I feel the charm of laughter. The sincere smile exposed in the plain is the wonderful acme, which is the goal I am looking for.

Cai Jing reading company

I swam in the sea of books, sat in a canoe and rushed forward in the Three Gorges. I felt the joy and pride of Li Taibai's "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man", and sometimes I realized the sadness of Li Daoyuan's "the Three Gorges in Badong, and the apes cried three times", and I couldn't help but burst into tears. Two completely different feelings washed away my soul, and I couldn't help shouting "wonderful"!

I wandered in the desert outside the Great Wall, watching the solitary smoke lit by Wang Wei go straight into the sky and enjoying the moving picture of "the long river sets the yen", which made people linger. The geese in the sky go to Hengyang, and the edge of the desert is Fan Zhongyan's homesickness. In the military camp, the Qiang people are carefree and talk about their homesickness. How can this scene not make people deeply moved? So I shouted "wonderful"!

I stood on the railing of Yueyang Tower and watched the Yangtze River water rolling eastward, sailing alone and the rising sun rising. I saw the magnificence of Gong Fan's pen. "The mountains and waters are far away, the Yangtze River is vast, the horizon is boundless, the Asahi is cloudy and the weather is myriad." Yueyang Tower, one of the four famous buildings in China, is well-deserved, carved with beams and painted with buildings, giving people a sense of momentum and beauty. Standing here, you will feel the great ambition of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later". I can't help shouting "wonderful"!

I shed tears in Hugo's Notre Dame de Paris, because I witnessed hunchbacked quasimodo climb the tall bell tower and ring the loud bell in the morning light; I witnessed the beautiful Esmeralda being abducted by a gang of bad guys and suffered a lot, and finally recognized my mother. The deaths of quasimodo and Esmeralda made me even sadder. Because of this deep touch, I shed tears, but I still want to shout "wonderful"!

Robinson and I ventured on a desert island. I traveled all over the island with a spear. Loneliness and loneliness make me admire Robinson's strong will even more, and I have learned a lot from it ... When Robinson embarked on the road of returning home for 28 years, I was happy for him from the bottom of my heart. So, I still want to shout "wonderful"!

Reading is like a trip, taking me all over the country, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign; Reading is like following a knowledgeable and wise teacher, teaching me to feel the rise and fall of history all the way, making me happy or sad with the plot in the book. ...

Wonderful reading, wonderful my life!

Wonderful afternoon

In May, lilacs bloomed faintly, and the quiet fragrance filled the air and filled this afternoon.

In late spring and early summer, my mother is still packing up trivial things. In the afternoon, it was quiet.

"Xiaoyu, come and see, this is your handkerchief." The sound of joy broke the silence. "handkerchief?" There is an inexplicable warmth in my heart. "Xiaoyu, hurry up." The room was rushed by my mother with joy.

I came to my mother with colorful handkerchiefs on the bed. Mom picked up a green handkerchief and said excitedly, "Remember this one? That was when you were three years old. I'll pin it on your chest. You run trembling, and your handkerchief flies like a butterfly in the wind. " Mom smiled from ear to ear and shook out a red handkerchief: "Xiaoyu, this is your handkerchief for your tenth birthday. I specially asked someone to embroider your name, remember?" I bowed my head in the face of my mother's memories of my past. I dare not look at my mother, because I forgot, I can't answer my mother. I can't help wondering: doesn't mom often complain that people have poor memory in middle age? How do you remember this?

Yes, I really forgot. If my mother hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that this handkerchief once belonged to me. Handkerchief, I have already thrown it into the corner of memory and replaced it with a napkin. I have long been used to using napkins, which are very thin and have a faint fragrance. It is convenient and simple to throw them away after use. I really forgot.

Mother is still immersed in memories of the past, intoxicated with beautiful memories. Mom didn't look at me, turned her back on me and folded every handkerchief carefully. I gave my mother a guilty look. Jane's proud strands of China hair stung my eyes, and the camel's back made me breathless. Mom is really old. But my mother clearly remembers every handkerchief I used when I was a child. My tears are spinning in my eyes.

Our generation is easy to accept new things and forget them, but mother is like a scavenger of years, quietly picking up the lost love and the original innocence behind us. In my mother's eyes, I picked up a red leaf and she had the happiness of the whole maple forest; I swallowed a drop of bitter water, and she fell into the boundless ocean. How could mom forget? Because I love you, I remember.

The faint lilacs are blooming vigorously. On this beautiful afternoon, I snuggled up to my mother and folded my handkerchief carefully. Tears spread in the afternoon and happiness bloomed quietly in my heart. ...

There are so many articles, but they are all good. The second floor is right. Never copy them, or I will become a villain!

I hope it helps you.