Early in the morning, when I walk into the beautiful campus, I will go to the garden to have a look. Surrounded by murraya, the garden is rich in fragrance. There are tall and straight pine trees, beautiful cherry trees, gorgeous morning glory and bright red flowers in the garden-tall and straight pine trees are like messengers to defend the garden. A gust of wind blew, the grass bent with laughter, and the pine tree seemed to wave to the passers-by. Those flowers nodded frequently, swayed their graceful bodies and opened their smiling faces to show people their beautiful and charming style.
After class, students like to play in the garden, and some even sit on the grass. The grass is soft and green, like a green carpet woven by skillful hands. It is green, natural and harmonious. A gust of wind blew, and the cherry blossoms on the cherry tree danced like beautiful butterflies, adding a bit of color to the garden.
Ah! How beautiful the school garden is. This is my favorite place.
Aestheticism Essay 2 "It is better to surpass others with practical actions than to envy others." What a short sentence, but it gave me infinite inspiration.
I remember it was when I said I was going to be in the newspaper in an imaginary composition class. I was overjoyed and thought: haha! My imaginary composition has improved. I'm sure I can be in the newspaper this time. Go home and tell my mother that I will be happy. Maybe I'll get a reward and be taken out to play. I imagine newspapers being distributed, and I am happy to read every newspaper carefully. "No, no, no" I'm getting more and more depressed. When I found the last one, I didn't see the composition I expected. I am depressed, listless in class, and don't go out to play after class. The classmates next to me saw it and dragged me out to play. I didn't even look at him. I sat motionless in my seat without saying a word. That classmate saw it and was obviously a little anxious! Suddenly shouted at me: "What are you like! If you like you, it is better to surpass others than to envy others. " This short sentence gave me infinite inspiration. After class, listen carefully and grasp every word the teacher says. I believe my article will be reported next time.
Aestheticism Essay 3: How long has it been since you heard a bird sing? Even if it is serious, it seems that it has never appeared. It only turns to the branches at dawn, sings a chord with the crowing chicken, and then bounces off the branches in a hurry.
How long has it been since you ran to the mountain alone? Feel the bitter dew of dawn and the chicken manure vine of childhood. The stone is cold, the dew is bright and full of the smell of morning. You were so thirsty that you took a sip of cold water and felt energetic all morning.
How long has it been since you had room to breathe freely? It doesn't matter, at the dawn of this winter, take an hour out of your busy schedule, or just half an hour, give yourself a short space, be isolated from the world once, and live back to the past.
Listen to some Jay songs and be moved for a few minutes. Don't think he is the father. Drink a cup of fragrant milk tea, temporarily forget the troubles and impetuousness of the moment, take a step for the dawn, escape from this one-hour cover on the steps, and walk forward at a brisk pace, without looking around, just for an hour. Honey, this hasn't deprived you of your whole life. May you enjoy the beauty of life at dawn.
Marcus Aurelius once said, "Every morning when I leave home, I will say to myself," I will meet an arrogant person, an ungrateful person, and a person who talks too much today. It is natural and necessary for these people to be like this, so don't be surprised. "Whenever I live with a normal heart and meet unreasonable people and things, I will think of this passage.
We hope that the world is gentle and people are gentle.
But I hope this word is meaningful, because it is rare.
The people you meet have a bad temper, are cold to you, and even abuse each other. Don't you understand: what have I done to him? Have I ever given him a cold face when I don't remember?
In fact, some people are born with bad temper and bad heart. Even if you treat him like the east wind, he will be rude to you.
What can we do? Just keep yourself. Don't delay what you want to say and do for such an unworthy person.
Don't take it seriously, just let it go.
Aestheticism Essay 5 I grew up in the countryside and almost never left the village when I was a child, so the most beautiful scenery in my heart at that time was pastoral scenery. In spring, it is a lush wheat field, and the green taste of wheat seedlings is everywhere. Sometimes, under the sunshine, the wheat field looks particularly fresh and green, and slowly' with the season to summer!
In early summer, the roadside is full of wild flowers, morning glory and some unknown flowers, but the most gratifying thing is the large rape field. Bloom is full of passion and vitality, and the whole village has become an ocean of flowers. As for me, I like to shuttle through the rape fields and feel the beautiful scenery!
The vibrant summer passed, the weather turned cold, and the trees in the village changed into yellow clothes in autumn. Enthusiasm is slowly settling, and the autumn wind sweeps away the leaves. Although everything seems to be over, the autumn dusk is beautiful, a little melancholy, with inexplicable sadness.
Of course, when it comes to winter, it's snow. Every time it snows, you can see a white and pure world, quiet snow, quiet village, and snow covers everything, just like in fairy tales. White purity, white beauty, white nature!
Aestheticism Essay 6 I like the fragrance of flowers in spring, floating gently in the warm spring breeze.
I like swimming pools in summer. In hot summer, just jump into the swimming pool and play!
I like the countryside in autumn, dancing in the golden wheat waves, like a happy little butterfly, so happy!
I also like small snowflakes in winter. In the cold winter, the little snowflakes flying all over the sky fall gracefully and slowly, like the beautiful Chang 'e in the heavenly palace. ...
I like small animals. Such as: tortoise, rabbit, kitten, small fish, bird ... Among them, I like rabbits and turtles best. The little turtle moves slowly, but it is the cutest. And Bonnie. It jumps and chews when eating, and its two teeth move quickly, which is super fun.
I like some plants, some have faint fragrance, some leaves will stretch around, some will listen to songs and dance, but they are all together!
I like life and deeply like it. It fills my surroundings with laughter and makes my day colorful!
Aestheticism Essay 7 So one day, in an instant, I suddenly fell in love with pain.
People always say how much she hates pain, so on the surface, I start to refute it fiercely at any time.
It is because I fell in love with pain that I would rather have an injection than take medicine now. Because at the moment when the needle pierced my skin, it suddenly woke me up and awakened all my distant dreams; Pull my soul out of the illusion bit by bit, and then slowly inject it back into my real body like a drop, which makes me completely awake.
This kind of pain also made me a big fan of Zheng Xiaoqiong. Before she became famous, she was so simple and unremarkable, but she was just an ordinary working girl, creating a miracle in China's poetry circle. A reporter once asked Zheng Xiaoqiong, "What makes you write poetry?" "Pain makes me write poetry." She explained her original intention of writing poetry so simply. Because of the pain, she became a poet and a miracle.
Pain, let me awake, let the reality in my body completely awake. It is precisely because of this that I fell madly in love with it and let it completely capture me.
Aestheticism Essay 8 I am tired, I just want to go boating in the middle of the lake, shed my shoes and socks and feel the coolness of the lake; I'm tired. I just want to climb the mountain on foot, stand in the middle of the mountain and make a pot of tea, which is sweet.
Where does the breeze and bright moon come from? It's dust-free and misty. Come empty, go empty, come and go naked! Looking at flowers in the fog and the moon in the water is stubborn. What can you do? So Baoyu sang, "I live at the top of the green ridge, Xi." I swam in the space of HarmonyOS system. Who will swim with me and who will follow me? This is embarrassing and a great waste. "HarmonyOS system is empty, desolate, empty, green, empty! A glass of wine intoxicated the world. Drunk or not, with my shadow, let the three of us be together.
How do tourists know they are drunk if they are happy or not? The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, but in mountains and rivers. It is vague and empty, drunk in Lanting Preface, drunk in Langya Mountain, and lying in the middle of the lake again. Wine does not make people drunk. In fact, it never just follows the heart, but sees the difference between flowers and fog. Nothing interesting, just intoxicating.
I'm, uh, tired.
Aestheticism Essay 9 "The sky is dark, but we have blue eyes." -Love you, love here.
It's just such a sphere, there is no absolutely clean land, there are such a group of animals who think they are superior, and I am one of them. Looking at life sharply, everything begins to become meaningless.
However, this ball contains memories that I don't want to give up, and I can't get rid of the confusion. These animals are my deep love, you, you, you.
Only here, I tasted unsweetened honey, but I was obsessed with it; It is only here that I am drunk with my life, but I am drunk with my smile.
Pick up the flower mud, she is still releasing the fragrance. Birds fly, birds crow, birds don't cry. Fish swim, fish play, and fish are not frustrated.
We are together, but not each other's only; Our distance, at this time, is warmer than blood, but at that time, it has become the bottom of the sea and the sky.
I don't need too much rhetoric, I just want to be happy together and enrich my hometown land together.
The more you grow up, the more you lose yourself, but even if the burden of heartbeat becomes the resistance of laughter, the burden of breathing will cover the road to your heart. I am still happy, because in my life, you are with me to create the world.
Aestheticism Essay 10 When the bleak moonlight falls to the ground, who hasn't forgotten that she actually comes from the fiery sun; When misty raindrops spread to the bottom of the sea, who will catch them? She was going home. This is a crane flying in the sky. I was stung gloriously, but I didn't break my wings. The flowers are hidden because the spring fog is blurred. You said all the flowers were dead, so I can only sympathize with you. You can't smell the flowers.
I laugh at the bottom of the valley, but I look up at the sky; I was hit by a stone, and I had to endure tears as a training before I took office. The water tore my heart into thousands of lines, and I picked it up trembling, stitch by stitch, trying to weave a dream.
The rainbow in the dream is red, orange, yellow, green, blue and blue, but there is no purple; Because I know, the beautiful light ring, I will never get it. But there will always be a "you" that will make me smile again, make me forget my extremely sad memories and make me beautiful again. Or is it because my family is despicable? Without you, there would be no immortals here, only myself, enjoying my broken body and waiting for it to fall into mud. My song is silent, and my throat has no fragrance. Don't forget-if you run away from a rainbow without a trace of regret, don't blame or be surprised-that the so-called infinite sky didn't hold her up.
Aestheticism Essay 1 1 When I went back to my childhood, I never met and forgot. How much sadness did I get?
When I dreamed of growing up, my choice finally fell, and I was persistent. Do I still need to cherish it?
When blood drops from boiling point to freezing point, we will all return to human kindness. Green precipitation, or Chun Lv; Even if the eagle breaks its wings, its feathers will fly for it.
When we come back, we will be far away. We all come from afar and will all return to our hometown. The heartbeat is blowing your wind; Footsteps are simple walking bells. We all have dreams, and dreams are a kind of faith, a kind of loyalty, which is better than all eternity. Forget holding hands, since we have never met, it will not only increase our resentment; Keep going, now that you are behind, keep going.
Without you, I realized I could. It's not that you don't love tenderness, it's not that you are cold, but that you depend on each other. How can you be energetic? Fingers are locked, what can I do to hold the throat of fate? During the day, whoever fights side by side with me in the corner where the sun can't shine is the snow-white head at dusk.
Aestheticism Essay 12 Obsessed with beautiful scenery, missing Fang Fei, and missing the red leaves all over the mountain. Count the fleeting time, how many charming times bloom. Shao Hua, how many young people want to go stranded. The autumn wind blows gently, and the red leaves soar to record many past events. The water is flowing, the leaves are falling, and there are many ripples.
Life is like a play, a song has not been sung, and a parting has begun.
In the hustle and bustle, there are waves of desolation, gently put your hand to your mouth, walk the coolness of your fingertips, stamp your feet, and break the ice in your heart. Enjoy the beautiful scenery in the bleak, and experience the artistic conception of lying and watching the morning glory and Vega.
In life, there will always be a person, just a simple encounter, but you will remember it all your life, think about it in the middle of the night and dream about it. But I don't know that someone is waiting for you silently, and the belt is getting wider and wider.
Maybe you would expect the red leaves all over the mountain to be the background of your life, a white gauze to witness the true feelings in the dream, and a happy figure reflected in the hazy eyes. He woke up near the dream and got wet with the pillow towel. In my dream, Xia Hong covered the mountains. When I woke up, I sobbed.
Flowers fall on the world of mortals, and the beauty is spotted on her temples. Inadvertently, Shao Yan has passed away, and the other side of the world of mortals sighs: Red leaves are still full of mountains, who will remember the past?
Don't be sad, I'm with you.