Ask for 5 narrative essays of about 600 words, writing about people or scenes

I always yearn for Tao Yuanming's paradise. There is no urban hustle and bustle; There is no urban bustle; There is no ......There is beauty everywhere there.

The realm is intoxicating!

Walking into this realm of beauty, the breath of spring is everywhere. The grass grows luxuriantly, tenderly, and greenly. The sound of gurgling water, "Ding Ding."

"Knock knock" emitted a beautiful melody. The clear water of the river makes people want to play with the fish in the water. Green bamboos are everywhere, put.

As far as the eye can see, patches of greenery. Grove houses here can be found everywhere. This is a patch of rolling bamboo mountains. It adorns the land here, and the green hills are dressed up with life. The breeze passes, and the bamboo sways in the wind. Walking into the depths of the bamboo forest, stepping on the morning dew, in the mist.

, if you look down, you may find a few small bamboo shoots quietly pulled up next to the bamboo, and there are large and small "small white umbrellas" that can't be called.

Ming'er's fungus stood next to the bamboo, like a group of children noisily gathering around their mother.

Walking through the bamboo forest, the breeze blows on your face, breathes the fresh breath, and listens to the rustling sound of the bamboo leaves blown by the wind, like smelling the sounds of the sky. The fog is slow in the bamboo forest.

Float slowly, like a gently fluttering sharman. Spring birds chirp on the bamboo tops, chickens and ducks forage in the bamboo forest, walking in the bamboo forest, like a fairyland. ...

If you are very happy and walk into this realm of beauty, you can play with the river and play with the fish; Witness the birth of these bamboos.

Long ......Then your mood becomes even happier!

Walking into this realm of beauty, you will not feel the presence of a hot summer. Most people don't like summer because it's hot and makes people feel irritable.

Here, you are like being in an air-conditioned world, accompanied by flowers; Lotus flowers bloom everywhere. A lotus pond sparkling in the sun. Cistern.

The green leaves are gently swaying in the wind. In the green lotus bushes, the pink lotus flowers stand tall with a smile, and they are shy.

This lotus flower is graceful and colorful, some are smiling in the sun, some are hiding under the lotus leaves and are about to bloom, the dew is dotted, and there are ......And there are very.

I saw a lot of lotus flowers that made you linger. They were chirping in the cicadas and the breeze was blowing, which made me see the most beautiful scene in the world. Reward.

Looking at this picturesque lotus pond, do you think of the poem that praises them: "The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red in the sun." "What?

More tranquility, less irritability......

Autumn is ......

This paradise-like beauty makes me yearn for it; I enjoy it; I am ...... intoxicated!

The rain, the spirit of the universe, broke free from the shackles of the clouds and fell on the earth. I hated rain for a while.

I vaguely remember that when I came home from school, the rain was pouring down outside, and the dark clouds covered the sky in gray. At this time, I would always complain while lifting the bag above my head and running all the way home, frowning at the stains on my trouser tubes, but helpless. I don't know when I started to have a special affection for rain, and I gradually liked rainy days.

At this time, it was still raining outside, and the little raindrops were playfully knocking on the windows, making a crisp sound like wind chimes. I picked up the umbrella next to me and walked into the rain curtain, but the rain became smaller as if playing hide and seek, and fell on the umbrella a little, but I saw that the umbrella was wet and I didn't hear the sound of rain. I walked through the alley, there was some stagnant water in it, and I walked cautiously on the stagnant water, but I still heard the sound of the splash of the water when I was submerged in the water, as crisp as a violinist.

After a while, I seemed to hear the sound of the rain falling on the umbrella, the rapid muffled sound was overwhelming, I suddenly felt a little cool, the wind blew untimely, the whistling sound in my ears mixed with the rain stars, I walked hurriedly, pressed the umbrella down, but still could not stop the baptism of wind and rain. The raindrops fell on the pond, causing ripples, like the crisp sound of knocking on glass; The raindrops fell on the leaves, and it was so muffled that I seemed to hear the displeasure of the leaves; The raindrops hit my cheeks, and I felt a distinct sense of heaviness ......

It didn't take long for the mischievous raindrops to seem tired of playing, and slowly calmed down and regained her ladylike posture, comfortable and long, and dripping. I put away my umbrella and walked slowly in the drizzle, listening to the plain but very charming sound of the rain, gently chanting "sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently", breathing in the fragrant air after the rain, my heart seemed to settle down. I suddenly remembered that someone had said that the sound of rain was the voice of the earth, the cry of nature, I didn't think so, but now I feel the same way.

In the sound of the rain, I seem to hear her softness and eternity, true and pure, and free to fly ......

Listen, the rain is coming.

Sister, in fact, I miss you very much

Xiao Xiang, seventh grade of Zhangzhuang Middle School, Public Security County, Hubei Province.

Actually, I miss you so much and think about you all the time. It's just that my clumsy mouth that doesn't speak well doesn't know how to express it.

Do you still remember when you were a child, the selfish me and the generous you?

Mom bought delicious food, and because of you, my sister, I could only eat half of it. During the New Year, the New Year's money given by the elders is also a little less because of you. I envy the only child next door, and I long for all the care and love of my parents.

I'm really small, I'm always coquettish, you do everything, and I insult you arrogantly and sarcastically ......

However, my ignorance, my ignorance, my willfulness and vexatiousness, you have forgiven me again and again with the demeanor of a sister. You say I'm a sister. Yes, you are my sister, my own sister.

I grew up slowly, and I didn't have the ignorance of my childhood, but I still had a bad temper that I couldn't change.

When you are in high school, you only come back once a month, and without the stumbling and coquettish objects, I start to miss you and think about your goodness. But I forced myself not to miss it, let alone show it, I didn't want to admit it. I'm afraid to hear a tone:

Miss your sister, who told you to be so ignorant. Look, none of them hit one. ”

My sister doesn't seem to have been back for two months. No, it's two months and five days! Autumn is coming, the oranges on the treetops are red, why doesn't my sister ** fight one? Autumn, is it the season of waiting?

Xiang, your sister called ** and said that she bought you a lot of delicious food, and she said that she missed you very much. ”

When will she be back? ”

She seems to be talking about today. ”

yes, my sister is coming back today!

It was six o'clock, night had fallen, and my sister had not returned. I stared at the alarm clock and watched the second hand move slowly.

Will she not come back? No, it won't, she'll definitely be back.

It was seven o'clock, and it was already dark. I still don't give up, maybe she's delayed on the way. There was a sound of motorcycles, and I thought my sister was back, so I hurriedly ran out, but there was no one to be seen.

No, she will definitely be back. I turned the TV to the lowest level, sat by the window, and looked out the road until the end of the road, where ...... ended

Actually, I really miss you. I think about you every minute and every second, and I think about you to the fullest. I really want to shout "sister", and then lose my temper again, and be coquettish again.

Sister, do you know, do you know ......

Brief comment]: This article is full of strong sisterly affection. The author wants to promote and suppress first, and recalls with apology all kinds of bad things about "me" in his childhood and his sister's tolerance and generosity, and the two "know" at the end of the paragraph, and the emotions are raised to the extreme.

In addition, "as soon as I got home", "night fell", and "it was already dark", the three periods of one afternoon are also witnesses of sisterhood. In this way, although my sister did not appear, her tolerance and her benevolence have already quietly soaked into the hearts of readers.

The lonely character is another person.

A piece of sky, an inch of land. The deep night is silent, but listens to a person's ......It was raining again, and the mood was still heavy, and the raindrops slid down the arc of the glass window, drop by drop, as if they were tracing their own trajectory, their own destiny. Memories rain down ......Nowadays it is always reminiscing, reminiscing.

Every memory seems to have a certain fate, a reincarnation. When it completes a cycle, the previous memories are gone with the wind. Some people say don't make a wish when a meteor passes by, the meteor carries the wind and dust all the way to the other side of the sky, why put so much burden on it?

But I am so selfish, I always hope that there will be a kind meteor to carry my little wish and bring it to the goddess in the sky......But perhaps, she hadn't heard it yet, because I was still alone crying in the middle of the night. The night was always silent, I ran in the wind, my hair fluttered in the wind, tears flowed from the corners of my eyes, I quickened my speed and tried to wipe away my tears with the wind. Running into the reeds, drowning in the flying flotsam, the fireflies fly into the blue night sky with a little bit of floc.

I stopped, afraid I would hurt these cute little creatures. A firefly landed on my fingertips, and a smile appeared on my tear-filled face. The night in the reeds is so beautiful:

Flying silk, cool breeze, bitter tears, sweet laughter ......Everything seems to be so beautiful. In the dark night sky, a deep blue glow faintly flashed, a few sparse stars hung sparsely on the ground, and a bright moon quietly slid onto the screen. Sitting alone on the rocks by the sea, looking at the castle on the shore, I heard cheerful music, and I was alone in my loneliness.

Look up at the night sky. The sea breeze brushed my messy hair and curled it in my ears. I plunged my fish tail adorned with pearls and shells into the cold water and let the waves lap against me, hoping to experience the freedom that the sea brings one last time.

The wind blows the white clothes "whirring", and every inch of skin will turn into a light foam when the dawn comes, merging with all the tranquility ......The uninhabited palace seemed so desolate, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and I wanted to throw a crystal with the color of water to break this silence and make it ripple in circles......Wait, wait, hopefully someone will bring a little laughter to this quiet castle, but ......No, a man lifted his long, heavy skirt and hurried down the spiral staircase, only to hear a "click" sound, the sound of a heel colliding with a stone step. There was no other sound, everything was eerily quiet! I fell again and again, but I got up again, and my body was covered with scars.

Don't be alone in this dark castle with the cold moonlight, but this spiral staircase has no end. It's just a blind, dazed run, although it seems that the front is darker, and the moonlight is dimmed, but I think in my heart: as long as I keep running, I will be able to run out of the darkness of this person, I can feel the warmth and enthusiasm of the sun, no longer always a lonely night, no longer repeat the role of loneliness ......The deep night is silent, listening to my own ......