Once Beautiful Narrative 600 words or more! Fast! 10

There is a beauty called giving up.

There is a kind of beauty called giving up, a silent renunciation, giving up a friend who you like but don't have a chance; Giving up some kind of invested but unrewarded feeling; Let go of some kind of spiritual expectation; Abandon a certain thought; At this point, a sense of sadness arises, but this sadness does not prevent oneself from starting over. In the new time and space, I will re-listen to ** and tell the story again! Because it's a natural goodbye and a renunciation, it's detached and therefore sadly beautiful!

There was a feeling that I wanted it to be forever. It took many years to realize that it had faded away. Later, I realized that what we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have, and what we have is not necessarily what we really engrave in our hearts!

In fact, many times in life, you need to consciously give up! There are too many beautiful things in the world, and we have been yearning for and pursuing the beauty that we do not have. Hustle and bustle in order to get.

In fact, what you really need is often not understood until many years later, and you don't even know what you want to end up with! And for the beauty we already have, we have a sense of apprehension and worry because of the experience of often gaining and losing. The sigh of the sunset, the trouble of flowers blooming and falling, life is unhappy!

When we have it, maybe we're losing and giving it up, maybe we're regaining it. Those who understand understand give up, those who are true understand sacrifice, and those who are happy understand detachment. "I didn't come to this world because of you, but I fell in love with this world because of you!

If I can be with you, I will be grateful to the world, and if I can't be with you, I will walk away silently. But still not lose love and gratitude for the world. I am grateful to God for allowing me to meet you and parting with you, to complete a poem that God has created.

Life has given us endless sorrow and failure, but also given us eternal answers. So, Enron gave up and stuck to a detachment. There is a feeling that it is always "lovesick" when it is insomnia, there is a kind of fate that always believes that it is "eternal" after waking up from a dream, there is a kind of gaze that always sees "attachment" after breaking up, and there is a mood that always understands that it is "lost" after parting.

City Memory. It's a big city.

High-rise buildings and busy traffic are a portrayal of the city. High-rise buildings stand on both sides of the road, slim and elegant, and on both sides of the asphalt road, there are verdant trees, and the wide road is overpassed, winding and circling, and cars shuttling through it. On the main road, when the red light is on, the city can be silent for a moment, and as soon as the green light is on, the previous silence is immediately broken, and the city march is busy again.

In the dead of night, without the hustle and bustle of the day, the city recalls from time to time the past, the original ...... it was before it was clothed in magnificence

A few years ago, the city was a poor and backward small border village. There, brick houses are next to each other, and in front of them are large rice fields, and the ears of rice are swaying in the wind.

In the early morning, before the sun rose, the sky was covered with a fog as thin as the wings of a cicada, and a few scattered stars were dotted in the haze. A flock of early birds is already singing a melodious tune on the branches. Smoke curls over the chimneys of several homes, lingering with the fog in mid-air.

The field is already a busy scene. People are busy watering and fertilizing the crops, and the rice seedlings, which have been sleeping all night, now open their mouths wide and greedily suck the nutrients, and the rice stalks have absorbed the nutrients and straightened up, swaying in the wind with satisfaction.

On rainy days, the rice seedlings in the fields are even more enjoyable. The rain of beans hit the rice seedlings, and the rice seedlings enjoyed the rain, absorbed the nutrients to their heart's content, and enjoyed the moisture of nature happily.

However, the road on a rainy day is not so easy to walk. Because it is not an asphalt road, the road surface has become soft after being washed by rain, and there are potholes everywhere. The car passed by, splashing a mud splash, and it was bumpy all the way, and it was extremely inconvenient for people to travel.

When the rain had stopped pouring and the sun had lifted the clouds and radiated a thousand rays of light, the fields were busy. Figures are full of shadows, jumping in the field. When the weeds grow, they should be cleaned up in time, and if the nutrients are less, they should be applied in time, and they should not be sloppy at all.

The sun is getting stronger and stronger, and the people in the fields are sweating profusely, and their foreheads are covered with beads of sweat, which are particularly crystal clear under the sunlight. People didn't care about this, wiped it on their foreheads with the back of their hands, and went back to busy. It wasn't until late in the evening that people finished their farm work, greeted the sunset, and ended the day's work with a little tiredness.

Time flies, the small villages of the past have faded from the low brick houses, faded from the muddy country roads, put on gorgeous coats, and high-rise buildings have sprung up on the land of the city, and the air is filled with the atmosphere of the city.

That small village in the past has become the memory of the city, and those poor and backward years, the city will always remember and ......

There are always two affectionate words in my heart: Beichuan. Beautiful, delicate, they always belong to Beichuan in my memory, and Beichuan in my childhood is full of my laughter and unforgettable childhood.

Kitagawa in memory is amorous. When I was a child, every time I returned to the countryside of Beichuan, I always saw the dense tree-lined path from afar, in the misty morning, my father rode a bicycle and carried me on the trail, I stretched out my little hand, gently skimmed the treetops, the icy mist wet my fingertips, took a deep breath, the faint earthy fragrance of Beichuan mixed with the wet water vapor drilled into my throat, cool my heart. The osmanthus tree behind the house is always faintly fragrant, and when August passes, it will bloom with a golden smiling face, quietly sending the intoxicating aroma to thousands ......of households, so the whole Beichuan is intoxicated, like a dream

Kitagawa in memory is kind. Every time I go back to the countryside of Beichuan, there are smiling faces blooming at you, the big yellow dog in front of the neighbor's door always puts the tail cocked high, walking on the road not far from the door of the old house, raising the head, the grandparents at the door of the house have already stood on the stone steps with a smile, every now and then, I can't help but feel an urge to go back to the countryside, and I spread warmly throughout the body......Playing marbles with my big brothers, they always let me, so every time I go back to the country, my pockets are bulging and making a nice jingle ** sound.

The memory of Beichuan is watery. The small river in front of the house and behind the house always flows quietly, and the aquatic plants on both sides of the bank gently sway with the breeze, and it becomes lively in the evening and afternoon, and the laughter and shouting also ripple by the river, and the small dirt road in front of the door is always muddy, and it cannot be done for a long time. When you open the door in the morning, the mist pours into the house at once, and the whole room becomes a faint ink painting, so hazy that it can even melt your heart together, and when the sun slowly lifts the fog, a layer of water droplets falls on the leaves.

The memories of Beichuan always intoxicate me. A year has passed, and now Beichuan can't find the boulevard, but I see the roots of the tree helplessly, standing alone; You can't smell the fragrance of osmanthus, only the dust in the sky; The old mansions that have long been emptied, and the ruins make my heart ache, and the figure on the stone steps is only one left, without a smiling face, looking gloomily at the ...... in the distanceOnly then did I realize that Beichuan had left me......

I stand on the land of the north, sad, lost, my hometown, the beautiful Beichuan, only treasured in the memory ......

"Time is flying, and I am crossing the threshold of youth; The days are passing, but I haven't stayed for a long time, and suddenly looking back, I find that many beautiful things in my memory have flowed away with the years, and only shallow traces ...... have been shed”

--Inscription. Outside the window, the wind rises and the rain falls.

I leaned on the window lattice and watched the falling raindrops through, and the melody of <> sounded in the distance, and memories shuttled wildly in my mind.

Countless raindrops poured down from the gray sky, like someone's memories scattered ......

I stretched out my hand to grab it, but it was full of wetness, and I couldn't keep it, just like my sentimentality, inadvertently slid between my fingers, and the wetness was sweat or rain.

Like water, like water. ”

Time does not stand still, because of this, I hate memories, I am afraid that it will stop in the past, so I closely follow the footsteps of time, in fact, I am wrong, memories are the most sacred, even God cannot touch. Different memories have made us different, so in this seventeenth summer, I began to recall ...... for the first time

I remembered when I was four years old, at the beach, because I was afraid of water, I hugged my mother tightly;

I remembered myself when I was seven years old, when I was stealing other people's grapes in the garden with my friends;

I remembered myself when I was 14 years old and pushed my teacher into the river with my classmates on a spring outing;

I remembered the feeling of having a sour nose when I was separated from my best friend when I graduated from junior high school......

How can these memories be discarded?

The years burned in the fire, after all, they could not take everything away, and the remaining ashes became memories, like the ancient folk song sung on a moonlit night, or the ghosts of the dead slowly wandering in the ancient castle. Memories have been locked in my mind for so many years, countless figures swaying in front of my eyes, their smiling faces, and mine, I can still remember.

Memories, dripping in the left hand solidify into loneliness, and fall on the right hand and turn into eternity. "It is the end of a story, but the pace of youth never stops.

The ** sound in the distance stopped abruptly, so suddenly, all the memories of this summer afternoon were locked. The inexplicable sadness just now also disappeared, and evaporated together with the rain.

The path we have walked, the mistakes we have made, the success we have achieved ......It's all confirmed by our memories. I thought I had forgotten about them, but luckily they were still locked in my head, waiting with me for the flowers to bloom.

A child who was once afraid to stay in the past began to like memories in this summer.

to lost friendships.

With the retreat of time, I just entered Tuyuan Primary School, childish, innocent, and a beautiful past essay. I was in the fifth grade at the time, and I didn't know how I would change in the next five years, but now that I think about it, I will always remember that beautiful time in the past five years.

Time is always short and fleeting, and it doesn't stop hesitating the two of us, so all I have in my mind are memories that are less than five years old, and that's all I have left. Even though I can still see you at school every day, all I can see is your smile at other people.

At that time, I had forgotten my enthusiasm, and only the coldness of my heart remained, and it was you, the liveliness and cheerfulness in your heart, that called me back. Maybe it's because of Han that we got together. I didn't think that our relationship would be like sisters, inseparable.

We became classmates who talked about everything. Roommate. Friend.

Even loved ones. During those days, I lived so happily and freely, even if no one paid attention to us, even if nothing happened to us. I remember one time, the three of us were snowed by Xia Xue.

Deng Chunhui and other people were rejected. Tears flowed silently from my eyes. You were just comforting Han and me, and you didn't cry all the time.

When I slept at night, I heard your little sobs. That's when I realized that you need comfort even more. I didn't know what kind of madness I was going to have at that time, and I didn't comfort you until you whispered to me that I pinched you, and I realized that I had been holding your hand tightly.

You are my lucky star, my confidant, I have nothing to say with you for three years, and I will know the things between you and me more or less by throwing a look. Maybe you don't remember these little bits and pieces anymore, but I do, always remember!

The flower is beautiful because it is colorful. The grass is beautiful because it is vibrant, and the spring water is beautiful because it is clear and cold. And the beauty I am talking about today is a girl I admire Zhang Jiechen.

Zhang Jiechen is chubby, his face is also round, and when he laughs, his eyes will be narrowed into a slit, which makes his body feel very warm. I first met her in an English class. An ordinary and extraordinary afternoon, the English class is out of class, today is different from the past, there are a few more pots of flowers in the yard of the English class, it is early summer,

Jasmine. White orchids. Gardenias compete with each other, and we girls naturally don't play like boys, but go to see the flowers together.

Zhang Jiechen and a friend of hers came to see the flowers hand in hand, I just came, I am not familiar with this place, walking leisurely, kicking the stones, walking, walking, a stumbling and stumbling over the stone, the flower pot was reached, and at this time the soil fell on Zhang Jiechen's clothes, and the clothes were dirty, her companion said: "Eh, what to do, this is your mother bought you a new one, you will suffer a big sin when you go home!" "I knew I had caused a mistake and quickly apologized:

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you go to my house to change clothes, I'll do this stained laundry okay. I thought she would be angry, but she smiled and said to me: "It's okay, no need, I'll go home and wash it myself, just give me a piece of paper."

No big deal. By the way, what's your name, let's make friends! "I was touched by his tolerant beauty, and we've been inseparable friends ever since.

He is smart and studious and has always been a role model for me to learn, whenever the teacher asks some difficult questions, she is always the first to think and is accurate every time. In the twenty minutes after class, she didn't forget to ask the teacher questions at school. The most unforgettable thing for me was when my ears were inflamed, my classmates laughed at me for becoming deaf, and she was the only one who stood up for me and drove away those who laughed at me.

And also made up lessons for me on Sundays. Zhang Jiechen is beautiful, because of the beauty of her heart, since I knew her, his tolerant and kind heart, and helpful, intelligent and studious quality always exude an irreplaceable beauty, there is a kind of beauty, there is a beauty, there is a beauty, right around me.