Whoever has two beautiful essays of two hundred words beautiful is better to memorize easily

1.When I am far away from home, I will think of the kind look of my parents. When I was still at home, I never realized that my parents' smiles were very precious, and I took my parents' efforts for granted, so I couldn't cherish them, and I was especially eager to leave the protection of my parents and break out of my own world alone.

2.When you really leave as you wish, in the face of a person's loneliness, you will miss the warm time of living by your parents' side. Although the father is serious, his eyes are full of anticipation and proud smiles when he looks at his children; Mother is always so gentle and nagging, and there is always an expectant smile on the corner of her mouth.

3.The warmth of the smile is the treasure that every wanderer wants to collect but has to give up, and can only relive those heart-warming bits and pieces with memory to comfort the lonely and uncomfortable heart.

4.We once firmly believed that what was precipitated after the alliance must be unswerving and inseparable in this life; We once firmly believed that each other's hearts were circled in a nucleus, even if we traveled through time, there was no problem; Once you gave me an hourglass, and I made a mutual agreement with me forever, telling me that the friendship of the eternal world will not change. Those were with me in my best years.

5.However, all things, starting from the ordinary, eventually end up dull. Like you, just like me.

The alleys where we once walked hand in hand are now left alone with me; The places where we once laughed are now left for me to see with tears; The past that we once remembered is now a remnant of the transition in our memory. It's just those phantoms, so accidentally fell into my memories.

Autumn whispers Although winter has come to us, the feelings of autumn stay in my heart and cannot be erased. Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is high and refreshing, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the leisurely idle clouds, the blue sky, and the abundant fruits constitute her quiet, indifferent, mature and unique autumn beauty.

Autumn, you're not faint anymore. From the spotless sky to the white clouds that "hang out", they all contain the unique blandness and harmony of autumn. In autumn, the most touching thing is her picturesque dusk.

When the sun sets, the fiery red sun illuminates everything, and the red makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. At the end of the twilight, immersed in it, like a fantasy, like a dream, what unfolds in front of you seems to be a painting, and in your heart is a mature beauty. On the tree-lined path, the golden fallen leaves spread out a golden carpet, and the leaves rustle at home, as if playing Clayderman's classic "Autumn Whispers".

At this time, the evening breeze blew to me with a gentle coolness, he stroked my cheeks, particularly comfortable, but at this time I was already in another world, a world full of autumn that was also real and illusory, where the air was full of fallen leaves, and there was a voice that has been echoing in my ears, that is, "Autumn Whispers", the autumn mood, the quiet sunset, the golden woods, are all at this time, are here to the fullest ......

Smile at the flowers, how long can that flower be brilliant Every evening, along the clear stream, through the path full of light blue wildflowers, listening to the sound of flowing water, I know that it is the long river of years flowing quietly. Every night, as I sat in front of my computer and typed words, the clock on the wall ticked by, and I understood that it was the bell of life. Walking at the end of youth, I don't know that from that day, I became sensitive to my age.

The calendar is turned page by page, and age is quietly growing like mushrooms after a rain. When I opened the album again and flipped through those old photos, I was amazed that the little girl with childish and innocent eyes and two long braids used to be me. In a trance, I seemed to realize that many things were just passing by in a hurry without us noticing.

When you wash your hands, time is like a "whooshing" water, and you can't go back; Walking on the street, looking at the cute puppies in the boutique house, I really want to take one home and sleep with me every night, but I am afraid that others will smile and ask: "You are still a little girl!" ”.

I was told that being alone in the dark is the only way to experience the silence of the night, and that is an irreplaceable feeling. I understand that she is telling the truth. However, I rarely fall asleep late at night, so I spend only a handful of time alone with the night.

But at least, it was a feeling that I never forget.

It's such a dark night, but there are still lights, maybe dawn is the real silence. At such a time, the lights have long been extinguished, leaving only the sky that seems to be bright and not bright, as if it is covered in fog, which only gives people a kind of ethereal deep thought. This contemplation belongs only to the dawn; And this dawn will always belong to silence.

There is no foil of the rising sun, there is no noise of pedestrians, and there are not even a few flowers willing to touch Lu Hui and bloom at this moment. Dawn became lonely, like an old man in the twilight, who had endless words to say, but no one to confide in, so he had to bury everything in his heart.

In fact, the night is also quiet, but it is far less clear than the dawn.

I used to write it on a stool.

Giving up is a kind of wisdom, a kind of pride, and a deeper level of enterprising. Sometimes we struggle because we carry too much on our backs; The reason why it is too heavy is because it will not give up yet. Fame and fortune often smile and put people to death.

The poet Taiju stared at Gorde and said: When the bird's wings are tied to the **, it will not fly far Tongxiang. Learn to give up, in order to unload all kinds of burdens of life, travel lightly, meet the turning point of life, and survive the ups and downs; Only by knowing how to give up can we have a maturity, and we will be more fulfilling, calm and relaxed.

Give up sorrow, be with happiness, give up fame and fortune, and step into a transcendent situation.

What is time?

Time is a resource that cannot be copied, reversed, stored or renewed.

Time is silent, untraceable, formless, but everywhere the spirit.

Time is the fastest but slowest, the longest but shortest, the cheapest but most expensive, the most mundane but the most precious, the most neglected but the most regrettable substance in the world.

Time has mercilessly carved wrinkles into our faces, whitened our temples, bent our spines, and chased our killers along the way.

Time is an eternal mystery, and no one knows what it is. We can only feel its existence through the collapse of the clock and the calendar, but we cannot save its passing.

Time is beyond our reach, and we can only fly quickly from the second hand to the minute hand, and the minute hand to the hour hand, a day, a month, a year, a decade, a hundred years, and finally let it pass in the universe.

The timing is quite fair. Regardless of status, status, rich or poor, male or female, young or old, prosperous or silent, all people have the same time.

The most precious thing for human beings is life, and life is measured in time. Our life is limited, but time is boundless, whether you can grasp it or not, it will still fly away inexorably.

If we live to be 90 years old in this life, it will be 90 years, 1080 months, 32850 days, 788400 hours, 47304000 minutes, 283824 0000 seconds, of which at least 30 years we are asleep, and the remaining 60 years is the time we can really have, which is a rational number that can be calculated with a calculator in seconds.

Where does our time go?

Time slipped away from the ends of our hair, from between our eyebrows, from our fingertips, from our computer screens, from the keys of our phones.

Time is silently hidden from our sighs, from our melancholy, from our wanderings, from our struggles, from our decadence.

Time slipped by in a hurry in our fantasies, in our yearnings, in our waiting, in our nostalgia, and in our patience.