Excerpts of 500 words of beautiful prose (1)
These cotton wool are the seeds of the weeping willows along the lake. They carry the willow's thoughts, fluttering in the wind and drifting with the current. There are no worries, no ties, just floating and rolling, like singing and dancing, so uncomfortable. White catkins fluttering in the wind, large and small, bulging and fluffy, dance gently and leisurely in the air. They caressed the bodies of pedestrians at will, whether it was the delicate and smooth skin of a girl or the densely wrinkled skin of an old man. Kissing on your cheek, lingering on the tips of your hair; hanging on your eyelashes and sticking to the corners of your mouth. She only has enough fun when there is no wind at all, floating leisurely on the earth, lakes, and grass. inside. They are like naughty children, pestering adults to be naughty; they are also like free elves, coming and going freely and shuttling back and forth at will. Even on the ground, they still rolled, swirled, and jumped with the wind, showing off their playful skills.
The catkins bloomed out of the shell smaller than a grain of grain. They tried their best to fluff themselves up again and again. They jumped out of the dark brown package and revealed their white and light bodies. This whiteness penetrated It shows a purity and an ethereal quality in its lightness. There are no sharp edges, only catkin-like silver threads that seem to be there but not there. Perhaps only in this way can they be easily grouped together with other catkins, becoming larger and more inclusive; can they be easily blown away by the wind. Becoming smaller and spreading wider.
Looking around on Liuhu Road, there are catkins flying like snow flakes everywhere in the sky, which makes the lakeside scenery beautiful; there are catkins dancing like floating clouds on the roadside, making pedestrians feel like they are in a fairyland; A layer of white thick surface floated on the lake, like a white jacquard pattern on green brocade. Tourists are everywhere, and together with the catkins, they have become the scenery of this April day.
Excerpt of 500 words of beautiful prose (2)
The vast sea of ????people, all living things. How many people are envious of it, and how many people linger on the glory of the stars and the moon, the bustle of the city, the comfort of drinking, chatting, laughing and playing, or the romance of sitting side by side in front of flowers under the moon, chatting about spring clouds and summer rain, or encounters in a foreign country. The enrichment of old friends, high mountains and flowing water, and the glitz of traveling to social circles and going to Fengyue Pavilion...
However, the light of dreams can never break away the shadow of the night, and the short flower season will always return to the end. Withering, the wine in the cup cannot wash away the sorrow in the heart, and if you raise the cup frequently, some people will leave when the tea is cold. Therefore, in the noisy street market or in the quiet countryside, a unique state of mind - loneliness often disappears Enter everyone's heart.
Loneliness is not the departure of a lonely goose in autumn, it is the direction of a young eagle with spread wings to fly in the future. It is a meditation on life.
Loneliness is not the weak yellow flower swaying its golden color in spring, it is a strong grass looking for the soil to take root. That is a display of life.
Loneliness is not the scattered catkins in autumn, it is the seeds that quietly sprout at the end of the cold in spring. It is a force of life.
Loneliness is not living in a small room and working behind closed doors, but a pure land where you can work hard at your desk, talk with words, accompany music, and savor the ups and downs of life. It is the cultivation of the soul and a taste of loneliness in life. It is not a white cloud drifting in the blue sky, but a snowflake falling to the ground, revealing indifferent thoughts on the dry soil. It is a kind of calm mind and solitary conduct.
Loneliness is like a pine tree living in a busy city. It is a deep regret to be used to seeing the vicissitudes of life and the cycle of time without anyone talking to you.
Loneliness is a cold plum that has been attacked by wind and frost. It disdains to compete with the flowers, but it is independent in the winter. It is a kind of perseverance and silent commitment.
Loneliness is the passionate soul under the solitary lamp. Although I look through the autumn water, I can't cut off the longing that sheds tears on the letter. It is a kind of deep helplessness and the end of love.
Loneliness is a cup of tea to sober up after a long night of drinking, it is a true loneliness after eliminating the noise, and it is the flavor of life.
Loneliness is the space to chew on people’s flattery or advice. It is a rare leisure in life.
Loneliness means that although you have many friends, you often experience an indelible sadness when you live alone. It is a kind of trauma in life.
Loneliness is the same as happiness. It is also an experience of life, and it is also a kind of perception of life...
500 words excerpt of beautiful prose (3)
When people’s blood is flowing with all kinds of soda drinks, it seems that there is no trace of a cup of fragrant tea flowing poetically like mountain water.
When people arbitrarily perm and dye their hair to make it curly, fluffy and colorful, it seems that everyone has forgotten that they originally had dark and beautiful hair.
When people began to wear thin clothes, even "clothes that did not cover the body" and strange shapes, it seemed that being unique had become the label of the times. The subtle beauty of our ancestors gradually gave way to fashionable dressing.
When people travel by car and enter a new era of electric motors and four wheels, it seems that few people are strolling under the moon, admiring it while walking, and feeling the warmest embrace under the neon lights of the city. It seems that no one uses their footsteps to measure the land under their feet and feel the weight of life and the thickness of nature.
When people use emails, text messages, and videos to support the entire global village and inhabit this huge city, it seems that people have lost their expectations and hopes of sending plum blossoms and passing on fish. The swan geese flew by without any uneasiness or desire of waiting. The close distance and the end of the world have lost the weight that is like the separation of life and death.
When people began to have New Year’s Eve dinner in restaurants and families gathered in the noisy hotel lobby, people didn’t seem to notice that the closeness and the warmth of the crowd were missing. Without the busy preparations, there will be less warm words to help each other. Without the sonorous symphony of pots and pans, I can hear the "taste" of the New Year. It’s just a meal, so why do people who have traveled far away have to rush back in a hectic way?
When people watch a series of talent shows such as "Fast Girl" and "Fast Boy" with relish in front of the TV, the magic of fashion drives opera and folk music out of people's ears.
When people only have some exaggerated and false "youth literature" in their hands, Haizi's tears become their treasure to show off their "eruditeness". And those spiritual thoughts about life and love were buried in the yellowing paper by the huge commercial wave.
When people no longer have the habit of reading classics, (m.taiks.com) will the world illuminated by fashion become clear and bright?
We are immersed in the trend of fashion without hesitation.
We are also moving away from the sandy shore laid out for us by the beauty of classic tradition without hesitation. We can only struggle helplessly.
Taste fashion, but there is a hint of bitterness. I don’t know if that is a tear shed by our increasingly empty hearts in the future.