Landscape essay that should not be missed700 words
Outside the window, the cold wind was blowing for a while, and it was the coming of deep winter. With a cup of hot tea in my hand, I stopped in front of the window and saw an old pine tree standing proudly in the cold wind. Suddenly, thoughts flew like fallen leaves.
I've always loved my grandmother the most. For three years in the countryside, my grandmother and I lived in an old, blackened house, with mottled paint on the old doors and windows, and a television with only a few channels. When I was first sent to my grandmother's house by my parents, I cried and fussed, and I was always clamoring to go home. In those days, my grandmother always hugged me and coaxed me, and changed ways to make me happy from time to time. But I just vented the dissatisfaction in my heart willfully, and didn't notice the sweat and helplessness on my grandmother's forehead.
When I grew up, I had very little time to go back to see my grandmother. Once in a while, I go back and leave in a hurry. In the early morning, the sun creeps in and creeps into the room, mixed with the scent of licorice. In the scattered farmhouse courtyard, you can always see the busy figure of grandma. All the vegetables in the vegetable garden in front of the cottage were now stuffed into the trunk of my father's car by my grandmother. When I was about to go home, my grandmother used to stand by the old pine tree in front of the courtyard and wave to me constantly. Through the window, I watched as the figure grew smaller and smaller, until a black dot finally disappeared, and then I withdrew my gaze. I thought that next time I would come to see my grandmother early.
However, time flies, and by the time I began to cherish my grandmother, she left us. Walking into this familiar old house, sitting next to the old pine tree, there is a feeling that things are wrong. It was as if we saw my grandmother waiting for us outside the house every time we had a holiday. Tears slipped down inadvertently and fell to the ground, blooming into blurry flowers. Perhaps, I have long regarded my grandmother's love and protection as a deserved, and have never cared about my grandmother. When I was busy with my studies all day long, busy playing with my classmates, and indulging in the Internet**, I missed the perfection of working in the fields with my grandmother, picking melons and planting vegetables, missing the warmth of listening to her tell stories and sing nursery rhymes, and missed the scenery that should not be missed.
It's late at night, stop in front of the window, look up at the starry sky, the cold wind wraps the warm lights, and my heart is infinitely melancholy. In the journey of life, we must pay attention to the experience and sow the seeds of love in time to harvest the perfect scenery.
Winter snow roaming season