Urgently ask for a paragraph of American essay, 100 words

It is the last flower to bloom in summer.

When it's open, it means.

Summer is over and autumn begins.

Tu does not compete for spring, and loneliness blooms the latest. ”

This summer, the most declining.

The Buddha said: All the ways that exist are the harmony of causes and conditions, and the causes arise when they arise, and the causes are not yet there, and nothing else. ”

It's just the scar.

but he will never be healed.

One by one it becomes a birthmark.

On the way to death, it is like a lotus flower blooming and falling.

Hope you can make it out.

The moon seemed to be a tiny fish scale, tiny in the darkness. Some are like lonely fireflies in the night, huddled together and kept each other warm.

The moon is bright, the moon is dark, the moon moves, and the moon moves.

The moon is dusk, the moon is hazy, the moon is light, and the moon is thick.

Upside-down poem order, upside-down month order.

Last Quarter Moon, Full Moon, First Quarter Moon, New Moon.

New Moon, First Quarter Moon, Full Moon, Last Quarter Moon.

The ancients believed that the moon had a personality. But I firmly believe that the moon has a soul, that it is eternal in time, eternal in a moment, eternal in eternity. The moon is still hanging in the dark, silent, reserved and praised, praised, revered, and believed in - as if it were a god.

It transcends time, regardless of the order, and calmly records, using light and shadow to tell the feelings of others, the soul of the Moon Shadow.

The so-called Moon Shadow Dementor is probably such a kind of loss.

Have you ever remembered that there is a kind of indifference called the bright moon pine photo;

There is a kind of nostalgia called looking up at the bright moon;

There is a kind of melancholy called the moon falling and the sky full of frost;

There is a kind of longing called the full moon in the West Building;

There is a kind of friendship that makes me feel sad and bright;

There is an injury called the willow shore and the wind and the waning moon;

And there is a blessing called a thousand miles of Chanjuan?

The moon is a clear and unique emotion, because it hangs above you and me.

There is a fence in the heart, and then the green vines climb over, and those little secrets are dotted among them, like butterflies resting under the leaves, dreaming, can only be described by pollen. There are jade steps in the heart, the full level is the sachet Pei Yao, the full level is the brocade words, and there are exquisite small shells and mysterious prayer beads. So loneliness no longer comes, and the vase is no longer lonely.

There is a temple in the heart, dedicated to nobility, dignity, kindness, ideals and ...... pursuitsThese are beautiful gods. thus, inviolable; From this, you own the world and yourself.

I prefer a touch of purple, and I can always remember that when I was in the River of Forgetting, I was a light purple. I often remember the Sanskrit singing, the breeze, the bamboo, and the bright moon. In the afternoon, I often go to the big pond in front of the village to look at the lotus flowers.

Life is a river, we are boating on it and reading the waves, which will eventually flow into the sea with fate. Stone passage, stormy waves, vicissitudes of the sea; Muddy and sandy places, still water and views, gurgling grass and trees.

Life is like water, the youth that flows through is weathered into years, life is like a dream, although the years have passed, but the dream has been Yanran. Life is as short as the rising sun and the twilight, spring flowers, summer nights, autumn moons, winter snow, the cycle of the four seasons, and the time passes for decades.

A flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi, between laughter and conversation, the joys and sorrows of the past are interpreted into the vicissitudes of still water, soaked in life, flowing through the soul, and becoming the scenery on both sides of the river.

Sitting and watching the rain and snow, embracing the vicissitudes of life, the fragments of desolation have embellished the past time. The book is a jar of still water, a wisp of tea fragrance, laughter, beautiful mountains and rivers, warm nights, and late autumn.