A 300 word excerpt with a source

Ba Jin: Sunrise over the sea.

The sky is still a light blue, very light in color. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding its range and intensifying its light. I knew the sun was going to rise from the horizon, so I looked there without turning my eyes.

Sure enough, after a while, a small half of the sun's face appeared in that place, and it was really red, but there was no light. The sun seemed to be carrying a heavy load, slowly and slowly, and at last it finally broke through the clouds and jumped completely out of the sea, and the color was very lovely. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which made people's eyes hurt, and the cloud next to it suddenly became bright.

Life is really a wonderful journey, whether you want it or not, you have been walking on the road, or hurrying, or leisurely; or lonely and lonely, or happy and self-sufficient; Or great love and hate, or tranquil and natural. Every step you make, every sigh and cheer you make, every trace of your joy is an imprint that cannot be changed, and these different imprints are connected to form the curve of your life, some are natural and beautiful, some are subtle, some are plain, and some are high-spirited and free. Therefore, everyone is a natural painter and a homemaker, what kind of painting to paint, what kind of music to make, all depends on personal preference and pursuit.

Maybe this work doesn't make much sense, because when the work is finished, you have to leave everything in this life behind and go into another world. Whether others see this work or not, whether it is highly rated or not, has nothing to do with you. The previous statement of drawing a happy end to life is inevitably a little boring.

Our happiness lies in the process of painting and composing, not in the final work. If this logic holds, it means that we spend too much for the distance and leave too little for the moment. It's like those who are crazy about saving money, they may want the result, that is, a more satisfactory certificate of deposit, but because of this, they lose the joy of spending money.

Stupid,.The red envelope of the knife is for me, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it

When I was in the Three Gorges of Badong, I looked at you, looked at you, looked at you, looked at you.

The sunset on the horizon is on the edge of the dream, and it is going down from point to point.

Bai pendant. The faint delicate red is faintly faintly purple, rendering a poignant rhyme, looking forward to the clouds in the sky and the undulating mountains. Fell into a colorful dream.

The remnant sun is a plump watercolor pen that sways affectionately on the cheeks of the clouds. The clouds, burning, splendid. Light red is overlaid with red, and crimson is printed with purple red.

It's rolling, it's flying. At the edges, it is bright and remarkably agile; In the middle, it is particularly dignified and full of affection. Nearby, layered on top of each other, virtual and real, such as thick ink and heavy color on the rice paper, fainting.

In the distance, it is like strips of colored silk, elegant, hazy.

The silent mountain was ignited, and the outline gradually became clear. The rolling peaks burn orange-red, rivaling the clouds in the sky. In the middle of the mountain, there is a faint blue in the purple red, which is very heavy.

The dreamlike pale pink clouds at the foot of the mountain blurred the dream-like woods in a distance, and ethereal and poetic.

I don't know how to do this, I really don't know me.

Hope comes from disappointment, and struggle begins with adversity. As a poet said: All hungry people must digest well, those who have a sense of urgency must be efficient, and those who have a sense of crisis must make rapid progress.