To write an ultra short essay with a word count of 200 300 words

A white rose.

How do you stand alone on the river? Is this hazy sky, dawn or dusk?

Where to ask, I only feel that there is a world of flowers in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle.

She came, she came down from the mountains. Dressed in makeup, it seems to be a white body, hands.

Holding a large bouquet of flowers.

I said, "Come, give you a white rose, and a hairpin to put on the placket." She smiled.

A word, but I can't hear it. However, it seems that I did not pick it, and she did not wear it, but still held the flower and walked forward.

When I looked up at her way, I saw that both sides were full of flowers, hanging flowers, and falling flowers.

I think white flowers are better than red flowers; But why didn't I take it off, and why didn't she wear it?

Where is the road ahead, and why not go with her?

It's all gone, the flowers are hidden, the dream is awake, what is the road ahead? How have you ever worn it?

Well, it's really hard to find, I haven't found it for a long time, 300 words, isn't it going to end before it begins?

Why don't you look at ancient prose? There are two articles that are similar:

Persuasion Xun situation.

The gentleman said: You can't learn. Green, taken from blue, and green from blue; Ice, water for it, and cold for water.

The wooden straight rope is thought to be a wheel, and its curve is in the rules. Although there is violence, those who do not stand up will be allowed to do so. Therefore, the wood is straight, the gold is sharpened, and the gentleman is erudite and the day is self-conscious, and there is no fault in knowing and doing.

I try to think all day long, it is better to learn what I have to learn; I learn to look at it, it is better to climb the heights. Ascend and move, the arm is not lengthened, and the one who sees is far away; Blowing with the wind, the sound is not a disease, but the hearer is prominent. Those who fake horses are not profitable, but thousands of miles; Those who fake the boat are not able to water, but the rivers.

A gentleman is not different, and he is good at things.

The soil is a mountain, and the wind and rain are prosperous; The water becomes an abyss, and the dragon grows; Accumulate goodness into virtue, and the gods are self-satisfied, and the sacred heart is prepared. Therefore, if you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles; If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas. Qi Ji jumps, can't take ten steps; Ten horses, the merit is not lost.

Perseverance, rotten wood does not break; Perseverance, gold and stone can be carved. The worm has no claws and teeth, and the muscles and bones are strong, eating the soil and drinking the yellow spring, and the heart is also the same. The crab is six kneeling and two chela, and there is no one who can be sustained in the cave of the non-snake eel, and he is also restless.

Fish as much as I want.

Fish, I want, bear's paw, also I want, can not have both, give up the fish and take the bear's paw. Life, also what I want, righteousness, also what I want, can not have both, sacrifice life and take righteousness. Life is also what I want, and what I want is more than the living, so I don't want to get it.

Death is also evil to me, and the evil is worse than the dead, so I can't avoid it. If a man is made to do more than to live, then why should he not use him who can live? If there is no worse than the dead, then why not avoid the sick?

From what is, there is no need to use; Therefore, you can avoid trouble and do nothing. Therefore they desire more than the living, and evil more than the dead. Not only the sage has a heart, everyone has it, and the sage can not lose his ears.

A spoonful of food, a bean soup, if you get it, you will live, and if you get it, you will die. Huer and with it, the doer of the way is receiving; With it, the beggars disdain.

Wan Zhong does not distinguish between etiquette and righteousness, and Wan Zhong is not good for me! For the beauty of the palace, the dedication of wives and concubines, and the poor who know me to get me? To die for the body and not to accept it, now for the beauty of the palace; He did not accept it for the sake of his death, but now he is dedicated to his wife and concubine; I have not received death for the sake of my body, but now I have for the poor whom I know

Yes or no? This is a loss of heart.

I'm sorry, but I'm really incompetent.

I sat there quietly, hearing the sound of raindrops overhead, and at this time the sound was better than the silence, and I felt immeasurable joy in my heart, as if I had drunk the fairy dew and inhaled Daigo, and I had a great sense of fluttering immortality. This sound is slow and urgent, sometimes high and low, sometimes loud and sometimes heavy, intermittent, sometimes such as golden sound and jade vibration, sometimes such as Huang Zhong Da Lu, sometimes such as big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, sometimes such as red and white hu sinking into the sea, sometimes such as playing the prime, sometimes like dancing thunderbolts, sometimes like a hundred birds contending, sometimes like a rabbit falling into the eagle up, I think about it, I can't help myself, my heart is full of joy, and the wind is born at the bottom of the pen. The dead words seem to come alive, and I seem to be overflowing with youthful vitality again.

I have rarely had such a spiritual state in my life, and it is even more difficult for outsiders to be human.

Excerpt from the essay "Listening to the Rain", by Ji Xianlin.

About 200 words, okay?

Last night's autumn rain wet my eyes, quietly watching people come and go, green leaves and red leaves, tireless heart, cruising in the forest of red maples. In the previous life, for the encounter in this life, I didn't want to cross the Nai He Bridge, I didn't want to drink Meng Po soup, turned into a drop of dew, hung among the maple leaves, soaked in the maple leaves, accompanied it to be lonely, and burned with it. And let the flame of that tree turn into a zither, let my three thousand green silk for the strings, in such a silent dawn, for you, play a song softly, red maple is the flame beating in the dark night, green silk is the mark of the previous life, you are the unforgettable life.

Only you can understand the sound of the kite, because I was not drunk last night, it was the splendor of the trees that woke up the dream that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and when I woke up, I still couldn't grasp the waiting love, and I couldn't see the moment of love.

In such a gorgeous background, if you have not come, this bustling eyes, this beating flame, this gaze can only leave emptiness and loneliness. Don't ask about the past life, don't ask about the next life, think more, just get drunk in the quiet dawn, with your attention and tacit understanding as always, smooth out the vicissitudes of my life, wipe away the sorrow of my dark night, let me feel the quiet beauty and delicacy of a maple leaf, the crystal and purity of a drop of dewdrop, and the tenderness and yearning of a wisp of breeze.

Autumn Rain