A copy of a beautiful essay of about 100 words, and an excerpt of about 100 words

17 Injuries are inevitable in life, and it is not terrible to fail and fall, but it is terrible to lose the pursuit of life and lofty ideals because of this. No one's path forward is smooth and steady, even the boats that sail through the river are inevitably bumpy, and the ups and downs encountered in life are not occasional difficulties, but inevitable trials.

18 In every man's heart, there have been those who are worth remembering, maybe they are still there, maybe they are long gone, they are lost in the vast sea of people, so that nostalgia becomes desolate, because there is only an "empty shell" left in the vague memory, nothing, not even one's own heart, time erases everything, and also seals the tears of the day, because there is no more, nostalgia is only sadness!

19 On a sweltering day, the cicadas can't bear the loneliness and keep chirping, I am alone, there is no soulmate beside me, I want to listen to rock music madly, listen to hysterical singing, that only to escape the strong loneliness of the world without people. One person is cold, two people are wonderful, so, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends, nostalgic for the past days, although the unrealistic reverie can not recover everything that has been, but I hope that my thoughts can fly in the world after closing my eyes, printed with a smile, printed with a dancing posture, dancing ......

20 The most cherished is today, because the easiest to pass is today, to grasp today is to grasp hope, minutes and seconds are just moments, and the minutes and seconds of the ride is called a day, the passage of time is often inadvertently, a few times in life, youth is more precious, for our age of teenagers, youth has been less than 20 years, in the life of learning we must rely on our own strength, steer their own boat to the other side of hope.

About 100 words is inevitably too much.,I've only memorized a few sentences.。。。 Hee-hee

In the winter snow and winter, the scenery is plain white, as if the plain silk is lightly inked and shallowly described, and the gently outlined becomes the landscape zhi. Snow, you don't have to use so much pen and ink, plain white is originally such a landscape, refreshing and refreshing, natural.

In the four seasons, no matter the wind or rain, you can be hypocritical, or pretend to be pretentious. And the snow, in addition to the whitewash, scattered white flocculent in the vastness, the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers are restored to their original appearance, simple like a child.

In other seasons, the trees are green and the flowers are smiling, and at this time, the sparse past will also be swaggered for no reason. The embankment in front of the corridor, the evening breeze is blowing, and the fragments that have been broken and sent to each other have a layer of hazy poetry. And the snow, which has fallen behind, has almost whitewashed the memory, and there are not many memories left.

The phoenix flower stirs up more than just childhood.

The memory of the butterfly is a pity for the young man's dream of the phoenix. The impression of the fiery flower and the soft singing sound sounded the boy's dream, and he realized that he was neither a phoenix nor a sycamore. When I finally saw my face in a broken dream, it turned out to be just a teenager, and it turned out to be just a frightening dream.

Appreciation: I always thought that Lin Qingxuan's words were all Zen or fables, but I didn't expect such lyrical and beautiful words. While the author writes about phoenix flowers, he also writes about the noble sycamore, the phoenix of nirvana and the young Li song.

Time passes, but parting always makes us sad and helpless, but the phoenix flowers are still blooming so warmly, reflecting the sadness of parting.

The seeds of the flower are scattered in the sky.

Bloom in the dark.

Purple sun-like dandelions.

Falling cyan spider plant.

Red and gold intertwined roses.

White dahlia.

That night in October 2009, I accompanied you to watch the bouquets fall in the cracks of the wind.

Many years later, the scent of flowers remains in the diary.

When I was eighteen, my world was dark.

A lot of noisy sounds, a lot of messy figures.

The world is crowded and vast.

There is just no light.

When you come in the name of "light".

Loose with long hair.

So the noisy voices and messy figures were gone.

I look up under the night sky, my back facing you.

I can't help but think back to those nights in the city.

A campfire made of lights.

I sat on the rooftop for a short and long time.

The wind passed by my ears and brought the sound of the whole world.

Someone played and sang in the wind.

Someone danced. Someone is in love.

Ahhh

Give me more points.

In a smile, summon up the courage to face setbacks; In a smile, strengthen confidence and overcome difficulties; In a smile, stretch out a hand of friendship and help others; In the smile, strive to forge ahead, and surpass yourself. With a smile, is it still difficult to succeed?

Moonlight Night, just darkened, the thick fog spread layer by layer, smoked a calm and peaceful night, the white fog was dyed golden under the light of the soft moonlight and street lamps. Under the moonlight, the leaves "flutter", as if playing a "moonlight song", graceful and poignant, deep and beautiful, the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, intoxicating.

In the depths of the night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are longing, the water and light are dissolved, the fireflies are lit, the candles are lit, and the picture scroll under the moon is good!

Life is so much like "Moonlight Song" and picture scrolls! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is short, why is it not like "Moonlight Song"?

The moon is in the sky, bright and gentle, the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night, the light of the moon falls on the trees, falling mottled black shadows, scattered like broken strips hanging on the trees.

Everything in the world is the creation of God, and they are all harmonious, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there are clouds and sunny days, and the charm of the moon is reflected here. Why should the moon compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible, and to send people a piece of warmth and light!

Isn't it true of people? Aren't some people like the moon giving to others in obscurity? Although it is just a trivial matter, each other will feel a little warmth, which is the connotation of the month.

The night is silent. The moon quietly casts its afterglow, trying its best to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and love to people!

Feelings: This article praises those who give to others in obscurity by describing moonlight; Combined with the famous song "Moonlight Song", it uses beautiful and smooth writing to write the appearance of the moonlight vividly.