Whenever I pass by the brightly lit square and see those dancing people, I know that I have missed a lot of beautiful scenery. The scenery I usually don't pay attention to.
I think the most beautiful scenery in the world does not lie in the painter's pen; Like a forest in a fairyland on earth; Untouchable snow mountain... But by our side. It's just that we haven't noticed or found it. Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered that the thing that people in the world like to do most is that one, named: miss.
I have missed countless scenery. Now in retrospect, I really regret it.
The familiar music sounded, and I knew that those old people would start dancing again. Although, their dancing posture is not so in place, not so skilled, not so beautiful, and may be a little clumsy. But they danced happily and happily. They never sneered at each other, never sneered at others. They are immersed in the joy and joy brought by dance. composition
The Golden Songs of the 1970s and 1980s lingered in my ears and intoxicated me. The yellow light fell on the back of the group of old people; Sprinkled on their hearts; It was also sprinkled among the trees around the square. On the road, the beam of car lights and the sound of car horns also came to join the fun, adding a color to the dance. Beautiful dancing, beautiful music and colorful lights have become the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Maybe these old people have missed it, but they don't want to miss this beautiful sunset red again! composition
Drunk, really drunk. Drunk in this place, drunk in this scenery.
Seeing this beautiful scenery, I suddenly realize how small I am. Isn't it the loss caused by my carelessness that those beautiful things that have been missed and gone?
In fact, at that time, I was happy and sad. I once missed such a beautiful scenery, the beautiful lamp River and the dancing crowd. Everything excited me and excited the cells of my whole body.
The next music sounded, and the people who were just tired threw themselves into the next song like charged robots. If the music doesn't stop, the dance won't stop.
I walked on the way back, meditating
These are the scenery I have missed and can make up for it. So, if we miss something in the journey of life, what else can we use to make up for it? Once missed scenery, night is coming. Dusk is its prelude. Dusk with a little darkness is beautiful. The orange sunset is like the people's bell. As long as it is about to fall, the children from school and the workers from work will come home one after another to enjoy the happiness and warmth of home.
The night finally came. It was like a dark scarf. Although it was frivolous and misty, it was completely shrouded in the light of the day. In the desolate wild ridge or overgrown with weeds, sometimes groups of fireflies flicker with a faint light & hellip& hellip;
Some people are so insignificant, but they shine with light to guide others when they are discouraged.
But dusk was just a moment, followed by boundless darkness, brilliant dawn, and then boundless darkness. composition
In my heart, dusk is not only the misty clouds, but also the brilliant sunset.
But the mysterious color brought to me when the sky is dark at dusk. composition
It may be dusk now! The sky was shrouded in a mysterious veil. The red sunset and brilliant sunset reflected the color of dusk in the sky. Endless reverie & hellip& hellip;
Maybe a lot of people miss a lot of things in life, maybe everyone misses a lot of things. Some people miss a thing, but others miss the scenery, but the infinitely beautiful scenery can't make up for it.
Henan Hongli school grade 2: what Li Yuanxing once missed. In life, everyone will inadvertently miss some beautiful, precious and beneficial things. It may be a good friend, a true feeling, a landscape, an object, or a sincere persuasion, a rare opportunity, a polite thanks... Behind all these mistakes, there should be an unforgettable story and extraordinary significance.
In primary school, the teacher sent out a notice of essay competition and asked me to compete with several students with good grades. I thought: I have to write a composition again. I don't write it. There are so many homework. How can I have time to write a composition? Besides, I haven't seen that I won the prize after writing so many times! With this in mind, I said to the teacher, "I won't participate." "you should think about it. This competition is national, and winning the prize can be used as a voucher to give priority to good junior middle schools!" the teacher said. But I still refused. She always said that in every composition competition.
I had a very easy time. Everyone else worked very hard to write and correct compositions during recess. I walked around and laughed at them from time to time: "what's the use of writing, anyway, I won't win the prize." I watched them transcribe, modify, transcribe and modify again and again. I was very relaxed: anyway, it was a stone sinking into the sea. Fortunately, I was so smart that I didn't go!
The days flowed quietly like water, and there was no news of their composition. I smiled: "I said, you wrote in vain again, and you should not participate as I did long ago." but one day in class, the teacher brought the news. A classmate who participated in the composition competition last time won the second prize in the country! I was wondering who it was. As soon as I heard it, I knew that it was a classmate whose composition was much worse than mine. My heart suddenly cooled. Watching him happily accept the award on the stage, the rest of my heart was cold. I regret that if I participated, I would be worse than him? Anyway, it's also a first prize! But why didn't I attend? Why didn't I attend? I asked myself again and again in my heart, but things have passed. I finally missed this opportunity and lost everything that should have belonged to me. composition
Once, because of timidity, I missed the opportunity to show myself; Because of my low self-esteem, I missed the opportunity to speak on stage. Only when we lose, do we know how to cherish. Yes, if you miss it and lose it, you will never have a chance again. Memories of the scenery 'Jinse unprovoked fifty strings, one string, one column, thinking of the Chinese year. Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng is fascinated by butterflies and hopes the emperor's spring heart holds cuckoos. The moon pearl in the sea has tears, the sun in the blue field is warm, and the jade gives birth to smoke. This situation can be recalled, but it was at a loss at that time. "
--Jin se
Life gives us endless sorrow and eternal answers. Time is like a passing cloud, 'thinking about the past and cherishing Liufang are easy to be hurt.' I listen to the melancholy and desolation of snow dreams alone, like flying petals. My thoughts rotate between heaven and earth & hellip& hellip; Silent memory becomes suspense. Through the gap of time, tears rush through, and the whispers of your and my life.
'things are right and people are not right. Stop everything and cry first. 'we don't know how to cherish the brilliance and beauty of the past, so we've missed it, and we'll miss it in the future.' If you don't hate the flowers flying away, you hate the west garden. It's hard to decorate when it's red. " The withered heart words will not be translated into beautiful vows after all. The blue flash butterfly dances with a beautiful dance. The shadows of the trees are superimposed with light blue thoughts. The falling of each meteor is a memorial to the team's thought. " When people disperse, the sky is like water. " I thought the moonlight was waning and the dream scene was brilliant. When I recalled those beautiful memories, I found that I had fallen into the regret of time. Everything around me was dark and confused, so I stopped for eternity. composition
"Free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and boundless silk language is as thin as sorrow." I know the ending of the encounter is written on the tombstone of the season. Wind in the legend, rain in the description, clouds in the call, fog in the rendering, lonely speechless will eliminate the memory, and the memory will disappear as if nothing had happened. I rode on the sad wings and danced heartily in the sky, telling myself that the beauty on the wave will eventually become ethereal.
"The sky is connected with clouds and waves, dawn and fog, and the stars want to turn and thousands of sails dance." In addition to time, I saw the blurred face of the past. I danced in the distant sky. I watched the hopeless dream. I was very that the joke played by the God was too far fetched. When I didn't know how to cherish, I met the person who should be cherished most. When I learned to cherish, everything was gone. Meeting the right person at the wrong time was an unchangeable failure, Is a lifetime of helplessness. composition
"When the butterfly goes to the kite, there is nowhere to ask. Across the water, the tall building looks at the Pisces letter." I looked at the boundlessness of the deep sky and the desolation of the silent earth, and the most beautiful dream in my heart gradually disappeared. I unfolded my graceful wings in my memory and waited to fly with the green birds. While waiting, I was so confused with innocent and painful tears in my eyes. I wanted to break through the fog and forget my memory with my beautiful wings.
"Passing through the years, moving and secluded, we meet several times in spring." If there is a dream, it is the thickness of years' precipitation. If there is love, it is the calm of flying. In fact, the long 16 years are just the moment when we stop and stare. Look back & hellip& hellip; I saw that my young and frivolous heart was scarred. I once praised the sad beauty of moths embracing and dying, but I didn't know that their price was the reincarnation of life and death. I was intoxicated with the tears of the stars, but I didn't know that the real beauty of meteors was the fearlessness when they were disillusioned.
"Looking back, I have always been in a bleak place. When I go back, there is neither rain nor sunshine." After parting, I understand that missing is the dance of the soul, and love is the machete dancing in the heart. Love is like a machete, but love can't bear the sword. After parting, in my heart, the distance is farther and the sky is more empty. In the waiting days, I taste the tasteless taste, I listen to the silent voice, and I watch the hopeless distance.
"Tearful eyes asked Huahua not to speak, and the red flew over the swing." I am a sealed swing, waiting for the red to fly away. I am a cocooned butterfly, waiting for an appointment with Duke Zhou. Missing is the stars in the sky, which support the last crystal under the sunshine. The chrysanthemum used to cook wine, the snow to look for plum, and the fate of gathering and parting is just a dream. " If you want to laugh and frown, you will break people's intestines. " After parting, laughter is another color of loneliness, which makes the memory more sad. In the memory, your eyes condensed into a sad sword, and the cold edge awakened my loneliness. Let me understand that tears are the courage to escape and the joy of sadness.
"Look at jade as the world, plain swing." Today's zither sound, like unparalleled ancient music, awakened my Millennium dream:
There is a kind of fate that always believes in 'eternity' after waking up
There is a kind of vision, which is always seen when missing. It is' attachment '
There is a mood that is always understood as' loss' when leaving
I am afraid of loneliness, but I must play the bloody ancient song hellip alone& hellip;
No more waiting，no more aching…& hellip; Scenery all the way life is like a hiking trip. Stop when you are tired and enjoy the scenery all the way.
The rain blew wantonly outside the window, and the cold wind pulled up the scattered window curtain and rushed straight to my face. The sky is gray, gray with me