When the tide receded, a little boy bent down again and again at the seaside. No one understood his intention. An old man walked up to him and saw the little boy pick up the fish that failed to return to the sea on the beach and throw it into the sea. The old man couldn't help telling him, "It's meaningless for you to do so. There are thousands of fish washed up on the coast here. Give up. " The little boy said without looking up, "If it weren't for the fish, my little move saved their lives."
This is a landscape, ordinary but moving, a beautiful landscape.
One rainy day, a student was trapped in school because he didn't bring rain gear. At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure-his mother, who was wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella to meet him. The students came up quickly. The mother hurriedly took off her raincoat, put it on her child and held up her umbrella. The wind mixed with rain came at her, and her clothes were wet, but she still held an umbrella for her son to shelter him from the wind and rain.
This is a landscape, it may be everywhere, but this is breast milk, a beautiful landscape.
One summer day, the sun was scorching, but sanitation workers still wore heavy work clothes and shuttled between dusty roads, maintaining the cleanliness and beauty of the city. Although they have the reputation of "urban beauticians", they live in a humble house with a meager salary. But this is also the most rare: they still work silently and shoulder their own responsibilities. They have no youthful appearance and gorgeous consciousness, but the figure they sweep the streets is really a beautiful scenery.