Seeking composition, semi-propositional composition "Not finished"

(1) Beauty is not over. In this ever-changing era, people's aesthetics are also changing rapidly. Yesterday's fashion is out of date today. However, there is a kind of beauty that never seems to end and fade because of the passage of time. Five words are beautiful and poetic, touching; The gentle and elegant "sword armor" and the stirring "will enter the wine". What changes is the language, but what remains unchanged is the charm, which is the immortal beauty of poetry that has been precipitated for thousands of years. Products emerge one after another, such as "What is the limit of taking ecstasy alone?" I can't finish reading Flowers Are Flying All over the Sky, and I can't finish appreciating Who is Ruthless and Who hates. I can't forget that "love still beats the ancient shoulders" ... countless times of touching and shocking have read the eternal cultural beauty in rhyme. Beauty is not over. Calligraphy went from Han to Tang, to Song, to Ming and then to Qing. It has a long history of 5,000 years, and how many calligraphers have graced it: Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing, Ouyang Xiu and Liu Gongquan ... These name groups are shining brilliantly and never weakening. "Preface to Lanting Collection", how many emperors are haunted by it; How many people stopped to sigh for a song "Kai Shicheng Jing". Every stroke, every painting, every horizontal and vertical stroke, is as quiet as a small bridge and flowing water, and as moving as a dragon and phoenix dance. Ink painting is full of rich emotions, and the most beautiful beauty is superimposed on rice paper. The classic oriental traditional cultural connotation blooms the most gorgeous fragrance and beauty at this moment. When did it ever end? A picture scroll unfolds slowly, and the breath of Chinese civilization is like a tide. Fresh ink and wash splashed on the axis of history, overflowing with unique cultural charm. On yellowed paper, the beauty of the riverside scene on Qingming Festival will never be covered by time. Busy markets, busy rivers, people with different moods, and messy and regular elements have woven a Tokyo dream that will never wake up. Times change, prosperity becomes history and painting, which is the clue of our dreams. Its beauty has left an eternal footprint in the long river of history and always exudes unparalleled charm. Beauty is not over. Looking back suddenly, isn't the splendid culture of the Chinese nation accumulated over time since ancient times an eternal beauty? China culture will not fade for thousands of years. Beauty is not over ... (2) The challenge is not over. I will never forget that challenge. It was raining lightly and gray that day, as if welcoming a heavy rain. At noon that day, I came to school early, because there was an important exam this afternoon-physical examination. When I arrived at a strange school, I felt happy and excited, and the big playground in front of me made me dumbfounded. "Oh, my God! This playground is too big! After two laps, people will collapse! " "That's it! And the time is so short, if you want to get full marks, one word is "difficult"! ..... Everyone is talking about it, and my mood has become heavy. " Get ready! "When the referee gave the order, the students lined up neatly on the runway. When the referee blew the whistle, the students flew like arrows. The rain hit my hair, clothes and the runway. I feel more and more tired and my pace slows down. I can clearly hear my heart beating violently, which makes me suffocate. I said to myself: don't give up! Victory is just around the corner! " Everybody follow me, don't fall behind! "Run in front of the can with hoarse voice tired us," quick! Keep up! Keep up! It's almost over! " "I really can't run." It's the voices of some students in the back. I looked back at them, already left behind. Look ahead, there are many classmates in front of me. In the final sprint, I tried my best to run to the finish line. Finally, my foot stepped on the finish line, and suddenly I returned to the runway, and the rain, sweat and tears on my face could not be distinguished. I was exhausted, rested for a long time, breathed a little calmer, and my legs were numb. I haven't seen my grades, and I know my grades are not good, but I have been working hard, persisting and challenging. This is also my great success! It cleared up after the rain. The challenge is not over yet! (3) The dream is not over. It is sweeter than pure human nature and lighter than air ballet. Far, it is far away; Near, just around the corner. Dreams seem to be stagnant, but they will never end. God has put too many veils between us and our dreams. As heavy as a person's heart; As light as the wings of a goose. On the other hand, dreams are waiting for us to lift the veil and dance with dreams that have been turned into reality. I failed in the exam, and I was depressed and frustrated. Did the dream abandon us? No, it never leaves. This is just a test. Losing the game, sad and painful, is it that the dream abandoned us? No, it never left, it was just a baptism of your life. Dreams never leave us, let alone abandon them? Even if we are willing to run counter to it ourselves, it will be ahead, waiting for our arrival. There are always some people who are tired. Sit down. They always say, "It's over, the dream is over, it's all over. "No, no, no! It's not that the dream is over, it's yourself. Why not go after it? Didn't you hear? It's crying, with tears on its cheeks. But it doesn't seem to blame you, let alone leave you. He will wait for you there as soon as he arrives. Looking forward to the moment when you look back. Hehe, there are always some people who will pick up their dreams again, move on and pursue. We are silent with each other and move on slowly. Quicksand takes away desolation, and birds participate in rebirth. What connects this is "over time". They, moving on, will eventually become foreigners. Never-ending glorious celebration and infinite era. What can turn the swept flame into a vast deep sea? What makes the sea on a par with Sangtian? It's an endless dream. The morning is always late, and the darkness will eventually dissipate. Ears, full of birds and wind; Eyes, full of colorful wandering, colorful Humanity, vicissitudes, lofty sentiments, tenderness. The river washes away endless grievances, and the East China Sea flows endlessly. Never stop, never end, only dreams.