Five short essays, each with no more than 190 words. If it's over, it will definitely be thrown away!

Bing Xin's laughter

The rain died down and the light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand fluorescent spots. -I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain! Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, suddenly I was dazzled and confused, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; A quiet glow, only immersed in Angel's paintings hanging on the wall. -this white angel, holding a few flowers, raised her wings and smiled at me slightly.

"This smile seems to be seen there. When will I ... "I unconsciously sat under the window and thought quietly.

Zhu Ziqing's White Water Festival

Some friends accompanied me to swim in the White Water Festival.

This is also a waterfall; But too thin, too thin. Sometimes there will be some white light with a beard; When you look closely, there is nothing-just a piece of flying smoke. There used to be a so-called "fog hu2", which was probably the case. So, this is all because an empty part suddenly appeared in the middle of the rock; When the water gets there, there is no basis. When it flew down, it was thin When that empty place is the most miracle. White light turns into smoke, which is already a shadow; Sometimes you can't even see the shadow. Sometimes the breeze comes, holding the shadow with your hand, and it curls into a soft arc; But as soon as her hand was released, it fell back like a rubber belt. So I suspect that there may be another pair of unknowable dexterous hands who weave these shadows into a magic net. -the breeze wants to take her away, how can she?

There may be temptations woven in the magic net; My attachment is evidence of my boss.

Three, sixteen, Ningbo.

I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.

Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond

Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.

I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.

autumn wind

Autumn wind is like a flexible comb, combing the quiet group of dolls;

Qiu Guang, like shining sweat, fluttered on the flat beach.

Sorghum is like a team of "red scarves", quietly observing the surrounding roads;

Sunflowers shook their heads and smiled, looking at the red horizon rising from the sun.

Short and tall weeping willows, stroking fast-maturing crops with green leaves;

Dense reeds carefully guard the wildflowers that secretly open under their feet.

The cicadas have died down, and the talkative sparrows are no longer singing on the roof;

The frog stopped, and the wild river was no longer noisy.

Wild geese are going south, and white wild ducks are floating silently on the water;

Qiu Liang has just settled here, and the heat is still hidden in a hospitable family.

In autumn, the group powa seems to sleep in a sweet dream;

Autumn in Tuanbowa is as shy as a girl.

Tuanbowa, Tuanbowa, are you really so quiet?

moonlight

I am a ray of moonlight, shining on the dead leaves you have passed. I put this silence, please tell you gently, I know you listened, I know you have been very calm.

I am a ray of moonlight. Through the clouds, I miss your hair My mood has been infected by you, and my heart has caused your sadness. I project you into my mind, I completely surround you, and I won't let you leave my mind.

I am a ray of moonlight, falling in love with you without reservation, just to soothe your sadness, dispel your hesitation and drive away your anxiety. I sing softly, with the sound of nature, I want your heart to dance with this sound, my song, my thoughts and my moonlight.

From that day on, I believed in a pair of eyes. You just stared at me like that, as if you had penetrated history and reached my heart. I saw an ocean, deep in You Lan, and every drop of water has your story. Wandering in that story, I read vicissitudes and vastness, calmness and stubbornness. At that moment, I knew I had made up my mind to read you all my life.