A beautiful fragment should not exceed 300 words, urgent, urgent, urgent

1 I usually like a sentence in "Zhou Yi" the most: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman is self-improving." "In layman's terms, as a gentleman, you should have a strong will, a never-ending spirit of struggle, strive to strengthen self-cultivation, complete and develop your studies or career, and only by doing so can you embody the will of heaven and live up to the duties and talents given to a gentleman by the universe.

I also like another sentence: "See the virtuous and think together, and see the unvirtuous and introspect." When you see someone who has more strengths and advantages than you have in a certain aspect, you humbly ask for advice, study hard, and find a way to catch up with him and reach the same level as him. When you see someone who has some kind of shortcomings or shortcomings, you should calmly reflect on whether you have the same shortcomings or shortcomings as others.

2What is Victory? The satisfaction of success is also to give others the fragrance of the way. Venerable Hongyi once left this motto:

The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water; Insist on the image and seek, thousands of miles away; Asked Yu Heshi, Gur forgot to speak. The branches are full of spring, and the moon is full. "We are chasing the other side of hope, but don't forget to have the original intention, with the clearest and cleanest eyes, watching the running of others, and giving good wishes, then we can get a clear mind and taste some of the taste of divine water in the real water.

When you are helpless and lost, there are also people who cheer and encourage you.

In the dark night sky, in the white light, at your desk, you are immersed in a difficult exercise, scratching your hair with one hand, and scribbling and drawing on scratch paper with a pen in the other. My heart is like a function that I can't understand, annoyed and confused. At this time, the mother gently pushed open the door behind her, and there was a "squeak", although the sound was small, but it also made you more annoying.

He turned around angrily and yelled, "Are you annoyed, don't you see me doing my homework?!" Seeing the steaming milk in her mother's hand, "I don't drink it!"

You take it! It's annoying! Ignoring your roar, Mother puts the glass of milk on your desk and quietly withdraws.

Squeak" ......

As follows:

1) Walk gently into the alley. The drizzle of late spring jumped on the corrugated trees on both sides, and suddenly and playfully jumped onto the road of the bluestone slabs, frolicking and making noise with their friends on the bluestone slabs. Stepping on the road of bluestone slabs, this moment, with the drizzle, slides into the deepest part of history.

2) Life needs love, without love, the lives of those who are affected by disasters will always be miserable; Life needs love, and love is like a seasoning that makes life a dish full of flavor; Life needs love, and love makes life always full of light.

3) The air is filled with silence. In the remote alley, my movement and the beating of the rain make the alley vivid. On both sides of the alley are old houses that stand safely.

The old houses with gray tiles and white walls have been subjected to wind and rain, showing a kind of gloom after the vicissitudes of life. The gray-white walls show traces of time in the mottled space, and the blue and black tiles can't bear the loneliness, so they invite a few idle grasses as companions.

4) The right pursuit is like a compass that always points to the light, helping us to increase our horsepower and drive forward; The right pursuit is like a blackened miner's lamp on our foreheads, illuminating our way forward; The right pursuit is our successful entry ticket, and the earlier you book your tickets, the better the seats you will have. It is said that we are in the mood for love, full of vitality and vitality, so hurry up and take action, find your own pursuit of life, and open the door to success together!

5) I used to wait under the thousand-year-old tree, just to ask you to look back and smile, and once burned incense under Bodhi, just to wait for the encounter of reincarnation. Qianmo Hongchen, after all, a flower is lonely, whose tears have fallen in the years, whose sorrows have fallen in the past. Like the smoke of the past, I don't know who has fallen whose lovesickness, like the memories of a dream, I don't know who has fallen whose waiting.

Say goodbye to you, no matter how painful it was.

Autumn is the beautiful season source festival. Autumn is a magnificent season. In the autumn breeze, there are many beautiful pictures of autumn.

The autumn wind blew and blew onto the trees on the side of the road. The number of red and golden fallen leaves is also innumerable. They came and went happily, reflecting the blue sky, which was particularly dazzling, as if they were cheering: "Autumn is coming!" Autumn is coming! ”

The autumn wind blew and blew onto the square. The grass dances in the wind. Chrysanthemums sing to the rhythm. The chrysanthemum was dressed in beautiful clothes, with red, orange, white, blue, and purple ......One by one, one by one, in a thousand postures, competing for beauty, spraying fragrant fragrance, welcoming the arrival of autumn.

The autumn wind blew and blew into the orchard. The yellow orange has bent the orange tree. When the old orange tree saw that its "child" had grown up, it leaned forward and leaned back with joy, and it blessed the "child" and blessed the autumn.

The autumn wind blew and blew into the crowd. The cool wind soothed me, and I seemed to forget all my worries. Breathing in the moist and clear air, I can't help but hum pleasant songs one after another, as if thanking for the arrival of autumn.

The autumn wind, like a magical, lovely colored pen, carries countless joys and joys, and constantly paints a beautiful picture of autumn.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa", the autumn rain du, unconsciously rushed to zhi again.

The autumn wind "whoosh—

dao—whoosh—"Blowing off batches of leaves inside." In the orchard, it was lively, persimmons, walnuts and red dates competing to show people their ripeness, causing bursts of laughter "hee-hee", "cluck", "hehe". And near the fence wall, the yellow flowers everywhere are swaying with the autumn wind, which looks particularly pretty, so I heard many people in ancient and modern China and foreign countries reciting "Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to the chrysanthemum."

Many people are chanting: "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan." "Many people are sighing:

People are thinner than yellow flowers".

Squeak, squeak", feet on the snow, telling people that winter is coming. So the child ran out and threw the snowball, "Chirp-" The snowball fell, and there was an exclamation, two strings of shouts, and a joy. So some people are cheering "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom", and some people are praising "inside and outside the Great Wall, but the rest is reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging".

Winter brings the cold air to every corner, even when it is clear and windless, it is dry and cold. The north wind was blowing hard, "Whew-moo-".

The beautiful sounds of nature should be listened to quietly.

Original. The colorful clouds are reflected in the water and the stars, and the noise of circulation is smashing in the air. Wandering in the moonlight that covered the field like a wave.

The passing time rushes far away like an invisible spring, and finally turns into a misty dreamlike drop in the ocean, proudly embracing the stars in the flames of the universe. Wandering in the splendor of the past, the same plot is the same as the same encounter. After all, it's just the last shadow of Luomei.

In the end, the dream of Allure is just an unknown carnival, and in the rain of withered leaves, youth quietly alternates and does not go back and forth. Who is in whose dream becomes the frozen landscape, but how it melts into the night. Until ancient legends are lost in your fingers, turning the tide before this nightmare is disillusioned.

I don't want to forget the faint candle flame, a little bit turned into smoke and dust, but at the last unreal moment, I forgot to hold your trembling hand in the distant and obscure.

The time and space of the years rotate in the waves and reincarnation, and all the beautiful scenery is only a flash in the pan for the veins and veins, and the nights are always empty talk. Only the dissipated past is still wandering in the wind. There is no eternal solitude and eternal companionship.

However, only for the echo of the swaying summer, only for the unfinished dream that sleeps in the heartbeat. and the hope of those who look at the stars, ancient and modern. Let the warm melody wash away the tiredness in our hearts, and flutter down among the indifferent dust.

I didn't count many words, so if you still need it, ask me.