3 essays for famous writers!!!!! Memorize the !!!

Like Zhu Ziqing's, Yu Qiuyu's, Bingxin's and so on. The prose should not be too long. About 1000-3000. Thank you!!

It's not bad in the afterglow, "Listen to the Cold Rain".

I'm going to forget about you - the rain.

The rain always likes to disturb the mind, so that you can't find your way home, and it's too sad for people to live in this world of the jungle, so they want to forget about you - rain.

I'm going to fall in love with the cold wind so you don't have to get cold. However, I am attached to the rain that blurs my eyes, and I deserve to be hurt.

It's early, carrying luggage, holding wrists, holding a plaid umbrella, sending friends away, but the pair of wool shoes soaked the heart-shaped socks, not sooner, not late, not soon, not late, just at that moment by coincidence, black windbreaker, blue denim, umbrella with a little flowers, a person rubbed shoulders with us and was too much, complaining and laughing at God's arrangement.

I always feel that the rain is like Monet's twilight, the small brushstrokes chase the truth of the color, and the raindrops at the fingertips can also cut the shadows.

I also feel that the rain is the broken bridge and remnant snow of the West Lake, the viewers are injured, and the background is sad, and I still remember that you owe me a rain.

When you're alone, if it's raining in the sky, I'll learn from you to throw your umbrella aside.

Lilies on the heart.

Lin Qingxuan was in a remote and remote valley with a cliff thousands of feet high. I don't know when, a small lily grew on the edge of the cliff. When the lily is first born, it looks exactly like a weed.

However, it knew in its heart that it was not a weed. Deep in its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed."

The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers. With this thought, Lily struggled to absorb the moisture and sunlight, and took root deeply, holding her chest straight. Finally, on a spring morning, the top of the lily bears its first buds.

Lily was very happy, but the nearby weeds were very disdainful, and they laughed at Lily in private: "This guy is obviously a grass, but he says that he is a flower." I don't think it's a bud on the top, it's a tumor.

Publicly, they mocked Lily: "Don't dream, even if you really can bloom, in this wilderness, you are not worth as much as we do!" Lily said

I want to bloom because I know I have beautiful flowers; I want to bloom in order to fulfill my solemn mission as a flower; I want to bloom because I like to prove my existence with flowers. No matter if anyone appreciates it or not, no matter what you think of me, I want to bloom! ”

Under the disdain of the weeds, the wild lily struggles to release its own energy. One day, it finally bloomed. With its spiritual whiteness and graceful demeanor, it has become the most beautiful flower on the cliff.

At this time, the weeds no longer dared to laugh at it. The lilies bloomed one by one, and every day there were crystal droplets of water on the flowers, and the weeds thought it was the dew of last night, and only the lilies themselves knew that they were tears of deep joy. Every spring, wild lilies work hard to bloom and set seeds.

Its seeds follow the wind, fall on the valleys and cliffs, and everywhere bloom white wild lilies.

Decades later, countless people, from the city and from the countryside, traveled thousands of miles to enjoy the lily blooming. When people saw this beauty that they had never seen before, they were moved to tears, touching the pure and gentle corner of their hearts.

No matter how others admire it, the lilies on the mountain remember the teaching of the first lily: "We must bloom silently with all our hearts and minds, and prove our existence with flowers." ”

I look up to this time, hoping that he will give me a look back. I look forward to time, hoping that it will bring me hope, I reminisce about time, hoping that he can leave a stranded light and shadow.

But when I touched this gentle time with my hand, he passed through my hand without leaving a trace, taking away the look, blowing away hope, and extinguishing the memory, just because when it came, my heart was not there.

Time, faintly gently.

Time can only be cherished if it is cherished.

Not the original, not the future, it's the present.

It is the anchorage of a heart.

Every second of enrichment is a splendid time between the fingers.

Every person is a brilliant shooting star, and every moment should be interpreted for eternity.

Time is always in a hurry.

**Will let you and me look up, look forward to memories.

Then bring a heart to time.

Let every moment, every moment, follow it, let every minute, every second, grasp him, let us go to bloom time, enjoy infinite time in a finite life.

Let it be full and full.

Please remember the time.

Never rewind.

Hehehe, I hope mine can help you.

The charm of orchids.

Since ancient times, people have regarded the orchid as a symbol of nobility, elegance, patriotism and loyalty, and often talk about the charm of the orchid.

The orchid leaves are green all year round, sparse and dense, like a green ribbon, and like a pleasant melody, although silent but make people feel the rhythm of the jump. The beauty of the orchid is the shape and rhyme of the orchid.

Orchids of various colors such as light green, dark green, purple red, light red, and pink can form a color spectrum under the action of light, just like a music score, and the color rhyme is formed.

The aroma of orchids can be transmitted with the help of airflow, sometimes strong and sometimes light, sometimes absent, and naturally forms a rhythm and rhyme, which is the fragrance of orchid.

How do you get the charm of orchids? Different people can taste the charm of orchids differently. For example, people who are proud of the spring breeze have a feeling of relaxation and joy when they smell the orchid; People in adversity are infected by the chic demeanor of the orchid standing proudly in the wind, and suddenly have the courage and determination to overcome difficulties. ......

Orchids are melodious songs, vivid paintings, and silent poems.