A beautiful essay.

A beautiful spray-prose 1 mountains and rivers, huts, cattle and sheep, is such a small hut, so calm, so simple.

Almost isolated, such as Tao Yuanming's "Xanadu" makes people yearn for it. Mountain after mountain, green mountain, green mountain after green mountain, backache, I came to the original hut. Perhaps it is the first time to come here, everything is so novel, even the moss on the steps exudes dark green light and ancient fragrance.

I don't even know the name of this cottage carefully, and I don't know which ethnic group I belong to. The only thing I know is that ethnic minorities have great taboos, so be careful what you say.

Before I recovered from my curiosity, I was attracted by the girl's singing over there. "Ouch-come to a beautiful mountain village-"The notes jumped happily, and her song was as clear as a lark, flying freely on the mountain. I can't help but stop and take a closer look at this girl. She not only has a sweet smile, looks outstanding, but also has a different spirit from other girls.

I couldn't help being curious. I stepped forward and asked, "Hello, what's your name?" Asking questions to strangers is supposed to be timid, but I didn't expect her to extend her hand generously: "Hello, my name is Miao." I also shook her hand in a friendly way. "Come to my house and have a look." She invited me sincerely.

Or blue bricks and red tiles, and the path of green slate extends forward. "What about your parents?" I asked, "Oh, they ... I live with my grandparents," and there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. My heart was shocked and broken. Did I ask something I shouldn't have asked, and touched her sore spot? Seeing that I bowed my head and said nothing, she comforted: "It doesn't matter, they are all dead!" "I'm really a little strange and surprised. How can she be happy when her parents are dead in such an isolated hut? She smiled again as if she understood my mind. " People, crying is also a day, and laughing is also a day. Although life is cruel, I lost my parents, but I still have grandparents to take care of. Why not make yourself happy and live in a beautiful place to reassure them? "

At that moment, I suddenly felt so small. I felt as if I knew something, but I didn't understand anything.

Life is like the sea, what we can remember are those waves, and each wave contains different life truths.

Let's remember that spray and live in the beauty of life.

Beautiful waves-essays Beautiful waves are a gift from the sea to nature. In our daily life, no one likes the waves. They seem to be a gift from heaven to society, bringing earth-shaking changes to the world.

When we go to the seaside, we seldom see terrible waves. What we see is basically quiet, soft and meaningless flapping waves on the shore. But let's see, aren't the pebbles on the beach polished by these waves?

The miracle that huge waves can't create is polished by the waves.

The same is true in reality. It is impossible for us to pay attention to a spray, but we are amazed when the spray works miracles.

I remember in those photos, he sometimes had deep eyes and sometimes an optimistic smile on his mouth. At first, his name was unknown, but his dream prompted him to experiment and study repeatedly. And stepped onto the throne of electronic experts step by step, and finally made a blockbuster. His name is Jobs, and he is a beautiful wave in the vast sea of people.

We all remember the Apple computer invented by Jobs. We all remember the amazing numbers created by Jobs. We all remember the great achievements made by Jobs. But at the same time, let's not forget that in order to create this miracle, Jobs endured many summers of scorching sun in his dream garage and meticulously checked many autumn software beside his computer. Before he became famous, Jobs was just a small clerk, but now he has become an all-round man, not only because of his extraordinary mind, but also because of his strong will. Jobs is a beautiful spray, and he can't know whether his research is fruitful, just as the spray doesn't know whether it will polish a round stone or smash it into pieces on a ruthless reef. But Jobs didn't flinch. He has such ability and courage. He chose the development of computers and smart phones almost without hesitation. Repeated failures did not crush him, and repeated successes did not make him lost. What he has created is not only billions of profits for Apple, but also earth-shaking changes for the whole world. Some people may say that he kept creating for profit, but as long as we look at how many people mourned for Jobs when he died, we can understand what a trend he promoted and what an era he created.

Jobs' success was not accidental. He has a strong personality, clear thinking and the will to admit defeat. More importantly, he can stand on the steps of his predecessors and create his own miracle. After accumulating a lot of experience in computers and mobile phones, he accumulated a lot of money, which made him surpass his opponents and achieve himself.

A spray, because of the continuous accumulation of predecessors, but also because of their unremitting efforts, has made its beauty. ...

A beautiful spray-Prose 3 It's raining! Noon was suddenly turned into dusk. I sat by the window, turned on the lamp and sipped fragrant tea alone. The falling rain outside the window, like a sweet tune, gently fiddles with my heartstrings. I am enjoying this kind of comfort and leisure. The dim light sets off the misty rain and fog. In a trance, you are gradually coming in the misty rain-

happen to meet

I still remember that it was a rainy day like today. I met you and became attached to you from now on. You are like a beauty in the rain, and you exude simplicity and innocence, which fascinates me. The simple brick house around is your skirt, the moss slate at the door has shown vicissitudes, and the children's immature masterpieces are left on the wall, just like the embellishment on your skirt. I remember there was a big tree on the corner with an umbrella crown. I used to play marbles under it. The trunk is so thick that it takes two adults to enclose it. In my spare time, there are always urchins riding on it to find cicadas ... My memories of you are full of childhood happiness.

Listen, it's raining! I sat in front of the door, watching raindrops weave heaven and earth together like silk thread, watching you covered with heavy rain curtain, you were blurred in the rain and fog, and your unique charm stirred ripples in my heart.

You are like a beautiful wave beating my heart.

acquaintance

Every morning, the eldest sister-in-law who runs a dealership next door always opens the door in advance and sets a table at the door, with all kinds of snacks on it: bean crisp, rice sugar, twist, fried broad beans ... our monkeys and children will drool. A group of children were chasing in the distance, and a child accidentally fell into a puddle and became a drowned rat. "Ha ha ha! Haha! " A group of children laughed happily. The child in the puddle cried and alarmed the sister-in-law next door. She magically took out a jujube cake and handed it to the fallen child. She smiled and said, "Come on, get dressed and go to school!" " The crying child stopped crying and ran home with the cake.

In a short time, every household opened the door, young people were in a hurry, girls and daughters-in-law were busy doing housework, men went out to work after shoveling rice, and old people were chatting leisurely at home.

As soon as grandma got busy, my neighbor became my trustee. They always greet me warmly and loudly, take out delicious food from home and often make fun of me.

In my memory, everything you left me was a warm and beautiful feeling.

say goodbye to

I haven't seen you for five or six years. By chance, I heard that you were going to be demolished, saying that the street planned to build several sets of commercial houses and supermarkets. After confirming the news, I was shocked and felt a dull pain in my heart, as if something precious had been stolen. But this is an indisputable fact, and I can't change it.

Memories of your past flood into your mind:

Do you remember my gluttony when I ate wonton?

Remember my happy face when I ate jujube cake?

Remember when I dragged my grandmother to stir-fry rice bubbles?

Do you remember when I was shocked by the loud noise when I fried rice?

In my childhood memory, the taste of that old street has been deeply imprinted in my mind.

Old street, you are like a beautiful spray, shining and rolling in the long river of my life, scouring the barriers in my heart again and again, which makes me unforgettable.

The teacher said

The materials are novel and unique, and the layout is orderly. Writing in the second person activates the image of the old street, showing its simplicity and innocence in memory, as well as its deep attachment to the old street, highlighting its beauty. Rhetorical devices such as personification and metaphor make the language lively and enduring. Clever ending effectively highlights the center. The old street is a beautiful wave in the author's life journey, a pure land beyond the noise, and a post agent on the author's way forward.