A narrative essay of both literary quality and beauty, 500 600

It's also a beauty.

Beauty is not only the obvious beauty of the appearance, but also the beauty of the soul!

Inscription. Brush, brush" The rain outside is still falling, God doesn't seem to give this girl face to make the rain smaller, but to make the rain bigger! "It's really annoying, this girl still has to go to class today, my God, what kind of attitude do you have! I said angrily, pointing to the sky.

Seeing that it was about to be class time, I reluctantly picked up my schoolbag and went out with an umbrella.

I stood on the side of the road, keeping my eyes on the road in front of me. Today, for some reason, I stood for a while, and I didn't even see a taxi or rickshaw, maybe because of the heavy rain! Just as I was about to go home and not get ready to go to class, a rickshaw miraculously appeared in front of me.

It was an uncle I didn't know on the bike, and I waved my hand from afar as if I had seen a savior, and I was so happy! The uncle hesitated, but stopped the rickshaw, and I immediately put away my umbrella and got into the car.

On the way to the Children's Palace, I learned that my uncle had an urgent matter to rush home and had no intention of doing this business. But seeing that I was in a hurry, he decided to help me. I listened and was so moved.

The owner asked me, "Are you in a hurry?" I saw that the rain outside was heavy enough, and it must be difficult to ride, so I said

It's okay, there's no hurry! "But he seemed to know what I was thinking and rode harder.

It's raining, and the car is speeding away. After a while, they arrived at the Children's Palace. I picked up my umbrella and got out of the car, and I asked him:

How much? "Two bucks. "It's only two dollars?

With such a heavy rain, I thought he would ask for four or five yuan! I hurriedly took out the money, but I was stunned for a moment: I was only concerned with the umbrella before, but I put the pocket money on the table.

My head grew all of a sudden: "No." Didn't bring any money.

My face was red to the base of my neck, and the embarrassment was over!

The uncle looked understanding and said, "It's okay, uncle sometimes forgets." In the same small town, I am afraid that 500 years ago it was still a family.

I don't need money this time, little girl, go quickly! Otherwise, it's too late to go to class. "But.

Don't be! Uncle is on his way too! "Thank you, uncle!

He soon disappeared into the rain, but I will never forget his sincere face, his big smile, and his face full of water droplets. The rain soaked his clothes, but I believe it was more sweat. His dress is so simple, his appearance is so ordinary, but his figure is so tall and moving.

It turns out that this is also a kind of beauty! The beauty that that ordinary-looking uncle possessed was the beauty of the heart, a diamond-like beauty!

Wutong Zhang Xiaofeng.

Actually, I have never seen a really tall and ancient sycamore tree.

Perhaps because I had never seen it, its figure seemed taller and taller in my heart. Sometimes, when I open the window and look at the lush trees of the mountains, my eyes begin to look for a completely different plane tree in the greenery, but it is not there.

Imagine that it should grow in the cold shade of the mountain, looking at the blue sky alone, and trying to rub the white clouds with its branches. Not far from it, there is the sound of a mountain spring, like the sound of a piano. Gradually, those sounds are embedded in its growth rings, making the sycamore wood the most perfect wood.

I have never heard of the guqin made by Wutong, and in fact there is no longer a pair of hands to play the qin in our time. But in my imagination, the ethereal and ethereal rhyme still came from an unknowable direction, and whispered back in the valley of my dreams.

I always think of the self-metaphor of the phoenix bird (Wan Bird) (刍bird) that Zhuangzi quoted, "Fu (Wan Bird) (刍bird), which originated in the South China Sea and flew in the North Sea. If you don't stop at the sycamore, you don't eat if you don't practice, and you don't drink if you don't drink from the spring."

I can't help but be excited at the thought of the golden-feathered phoenix bird perched on the tall plane tree. Of course, I haven't seen it either, but I love it deeply, and I love it for its nobility that is not more than a sycamore, and that it is not afraid of the troubled times.

But where is the sycamore that I can perch on?

It must exist, I think—though I have not yet found it, but whenever my eyes search the overlapping mountains outside the window, I am convinced with great certainty that it must be hidden in some clammy shade. In the lonely years, in the thirsty waiting, listening to the strings of the spring.

The essays of Xue Xiaozen, Ye Tingcheng, Zhang Lijun and others are all such articles.

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