Short essays for girls, essays for high school girls

1, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

Haizi. From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I would also like to face the sea and bloom in spring.

2, "Accidental".

Xu Zhimo. I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves—you need not be surprised, and you need not rejoice

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

3, "Far and Near".

Gu cheng. You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

4, "I Love This Land".

Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I should sing with a hoarse throat

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

5, "If Life Deceives Wang Yanla You".

Pushkin. What if life deceives you?

Don't be sad, ominous, stupid, and anxious?

Need to be calm on a gloomy day?

Believe it, happy days are coming?

The heart is always yearning for the future?

Now it's often melancholy?

Everything is instantaneous?

Will it all pass?

And that passed?

It will become a kind memory.

1."Lotus's Heart.

Hyundai · Xi Murong.

I am a blooming summer lotus.

I wish you could see me now.

The wind and frost have not yet eroded, and the autumn rain has not yet dripped in imitation of the past.

The season of youth has left me again, and I am already in the pavilion.

Neither worry nor fear.

Now it is. My most beautiful moments are locked down.

After the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus's heart.

You didn't come too early. It's just too late.

The stream is anxious to flow to the ocean, but the tide is eager to return to the land.

In front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers, he waved goodbye so easily.

Twenty years after the vicissitudes of life, our souls return night after night.

When the breeze blows, it turns into a garden full of tulips.

A tree, a tree.

Standing alone from each other.

Wind and air. Tell them the distance.

But under the cover of mud and earth.

Their roots stretched.

In the depths of the unseen.

They tangle the roots together.

Walking alone in the world, drowning in the hustle and bustle of the world, I have seen too many vicissitudes of life, and every time I have no choice but to say, "You and I have no fate, don't pass by, don't be too nostalgic for the scenery along the way, let it go" and what is this not self-comfort? I can also tolerate the involvement of fate, although it is difficult to get rid of it, but I don't care.

In the empty city, who is waiting for the old? Under the chessboard, how many more lifetimes of entanglement? In bitter tea, who is stumbling?

Bow your head and listen to the sound of the piano, the bitter rhyme, for some reason, there is no feeling of coldness. The person who stroked the qin is long gone, and who is it that plays a peerless song. Now, the beautiful kingdom is broken, the chessboard is a wreak, and the teacup is empty.

Suddenly, I realized that what is good will also be broken with time. Looking into the distance alone, seeing your vague back, no longer catching up with you, I would rather spread this bone-deep thoughts all over the ground.

For a long time, your vague back is still in my heart, and you in plain clothes and long hair are still vaguely there. How I wish it had been a little longer, long enough until I could forget you. It is only a beautiful dream between us, a gift of time, and it will not go on any longer, because the dream wakes up and the song ends.

Putting up the pen into thought, putting down the pen into a death, dyeing the ink on the paper, burying the memories of thousands of years alone, even if we meet again, we will no longer make any reaction. You and I have changed, time has changed you and me, even if our memories are still the same, it has not stopped the pace of time. Drunk and red dust, depressed for a lifetime, looking at the hot and cold world, there is no memory.

Even if the song is over, do you know that my heart is still there? I am waiting for you to talk and make tea, to wait for your blood to stain the country, to wait for you, and to wait for you, the dream is broken for a thousand years. Why don't you and I have a relationship, so don't let it go.

Zero-degree love, longing, only turned into fireworks in the sky, and disappeared with the wind, and I also died with the wind.

I'm waiting, a snowflake holding hands.

According to the girl's timbre, the voice is sweet and fresh, you can read some cheerful and rhythmic prose or poetry, poetry such as the awake Jiangnan, prose such as the lotus pond moonlight, the air attic, spring, etc., the voice is thick and calm, you can try some passionate, high-pitched articles, if enough to control, Lu Xun's, smell a lot, or patriotic, angry youth. Secondly, if you have an emotional voice, you can try some Xi Murong and Zhang Ailing. Sanmao's prose poems such as the back, the Loulan bride, and the folk songs of Jiangnan.

If you don't understand, ask me.

Hope it helps.

I think Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" is quite suitable.

Rain Lane Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Silently.

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

With a breath-like gaze, she drifted through a dream-like, dream-like bleak confusion.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac, this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

Beautiful prose suitable for girls to read aloud, prose suitable for girls to read aloud is generally quite beautiful, you can find an essay written by Guo Moruo on the Internet.

"The Smoke Moon Doesn't Know the Personnel Change", "Gentle Night", "Lilies of the Plateau", "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams", "The Rainy Season Will Not Come Again".

Advice for your life: Eat more whole grains. Give others more than they could hope for, and do what you like by heart, don't believe everything you hear, don't spend all you have, and don't sleep as long as you want.

Whenever you say "I love you", do so with your heart.

Whenever you say "I'm sorry", look the other person in the eye and believe that you love at first sight.

Never ignore someone else's dreams. Affectionate and passionate love, maybe you will be hurt, but this is the only way to make life whole. Resolve disputes in a clear way and don't take offense.

Never judge people by their appearance.

Speak slowly, but think quickly. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, laugh and say, "Why do you want to know?" "Remember that those who dare to take the greatest risks receive the deepest love and the greatest achievement.

Call mom **. If not, at least think of her in my heart. When someone sneezes, say "God forbid."

If you fail, don't forget to learn the lesson and remember the three "respects": respect yourself; Respect for others; Maintain dignity and take responsibility for your actions.

Don't let petty disputes ruin a great friendship.

Whenever you find yourself doing something wrong, do everything you can to make amends. Move fast! No matter when you hit **, please smile when you pick up the microphone, because the other person can feel it!

Find someone you love to talk to and marry, because as you get older, you will find that liking to chat is the greatest advantage of a person. Find some time and be alone for a while. Be open to change, but don't abandon your personal philosophy.

Remember, silence is golden.

Read more books and less TV. Live a noble and honest life. When you look back on the past when you are old, you can enjoy life again.

Trust God, but don't forget to lock the door. The harmonious atmosphere of the family is invaluable. Do your best to make your home smooth and harmonious.

When you quarrel with someone close to you, try to talk about things and don't pull out those things about old sesame seeds and rotten grains. Don't get rid of yesterday. Pay more attention to what you say.

Share your knowledge with others, that's the eternal way! Be kind to our planet. Don't fool Mother Nature.

Do what you have to do. Don't trust a partner who never closes his eyes when kissing. Go to at least one place a year that you've never been to before.

If you make a lot of money, do more good deeds while you live. It's the best you can get in return. Deeply understand all the rules and update them reasonably.

Remember: the best relationships are one in which you love someone more than you ask for them. Look back at what you've vowed to achieve, and judge how successful you really are.

Whether it's cooking or love, treat it with 100% responsibility, but don't expect too much in return. Don't keep this doctrine handy.

Life is not a dream I used to read it when I was raising the flag.

Life is not a dream!

It's a clear sky held up by ourselves! Life is no joke! It's a solemn and sacred journey!

I believe that you are not in a dream! Because I read your eyes!

Bright! Clear and unmisty! No more confusion, no more crying! Use the energy of your heart to annotate the interpretation of doubts one by one! Let's face the reality, before the craze of the times, the winter will not be cold!

No more fantasies about sails gone away will take away all your worries! Don't expect a dawn before dusk comes! Maybe the other one I'll tell you softly: life is like a dream!

Death is the first awakening of dreams!

Let's bite your lip hard! As long as there is bleeding, then you still have a living mind to face the complex world, please don't hide in a gray back to play a sad song!

Today, our generation, standing in the wilderness of the century, pulling the rope of the times, is no longer confused, no longer belongs to the illusion! After finding an island, the romantic heart will go and wake up the person in your dreams!

"Rain Alley".

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl with grievances like a lilac.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates; She wandered in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, silently indifferent, desolate, and melancholy like me.

She silently approached, approached, and cast a breath-like gaze, and she floated through a dream-like, dream-like bleak confusion.

Like a lilac floating in a dream, this girl floated beside me; She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dispersed, and even the lilac-like melancholy of her breath-like eyes.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is like a lilac and has a grievance.

Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, Shen has been chanting so far. Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples.

I have guests, drummers and shengs. It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done? Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off.

The more strange it is, the more vain it exists. Qi Kuo talks about the feast, thinking of the old grace. The moon and stars are scarce, the black magpie flies south, and the tree is surrounded by three turns, what branch can be followed?

The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. "Xizhou Song":

Remembering the plum down to Xizhou, folding the plum to send the north of the river. The single shirt is apricot red, and the double sideburns are young color. Where is Xizhou?

Two-oars bridgehead crossing. The twilight of the shrike flies, and the wind blows the black mortar tree. Under the tree is in front of the door, and the door is dewed.

If you don't open the door, you will go out to pick red lotus. Picking lotus in Nantang autumn, lotus over the head. Bow your head and get lotus seeds, lotus seeds are as green as water.

In the sleeve of the lotus, the lotus heart is completely red. Yi Lang Lang did not come, looking up at Feihong. Hongfei is full of Xizhou, and Wanglang goes to the green building.

The height of the building is not visible, and the railing head is all day. The railing is twelve curved, and the hanging hand is as bright as jade. The roller shutter sky is high, and the sea water is green.

The sea dream is long, and I am also worried. The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou.

Wang Meng's "Long Live Youth".

Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree".

Light a Heart Lamp".

The Light Woman

You can take a look.

Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao", "Gently I go, just as I come softly、、、."