A few exquisite essays, which we often read. Many articles of this type are lyrical and beautiful, which can relax us. Let me take a look at the relevant materials of several exquisite essays with you.
A few exquisite short essays 1 short lyric essays 1
I like to start.
Wherever we arrive, it belongs to yesterday. No matter how green the mountains are, how beautiful the water is and how soft the wind is. Deep lingering has become a fetter, not only for the feet, but also for the future.
How can you not like the beginning? Unfortunately, I have never seen a towering mountain; It is still a pity to see only the towering mountains and not the vastness of the sea; I still regret not seeing the vastness of the sea and the vastness of the desert; It's a pity to see only the vastness of the desert and not the mystery of the forest. There are endless scenery in the world, and I have a feeling of youth.
I naturally know that there are bumps in the mountains, waves in the sea, sandstorms in the desert and beasts in the forest. Even so, I like it.
What breaks the peace of life is another scene, belonging to the scene of youth. I am glad that I am not old. So what if you're really old? Isn't there a saying that old age is strong?
So I want to learn from the mountains, the sea, the desert and the forest. I also want to learn to taste a colorful life.
How far can people go? This is not to ask two feet but to ask ambition; How high can people climb? This is not a matter of hands, but a matter of will. Therefore, I will use my blood to set a lofty goal for myself.
Not only for a glory, but also for a realm. It is glorious to achieve the goal; If you can't achieve your goal, life will be enriched and enriched because of this difficult journey; In my opinion, this is a worthwhile life.
Yes, I like to go. I hope you like it too.
Lyric short prose II
Friendship is mutual understanding.
Friendship is mutual understanding. When you need it, my friend has quietly come to you before I say it. His eyes and heart can read you, and he will hold your thin arm with his hand. Because of friendship, you will not feel lonely in this world.
Of course, you can also look down on suffering and stand between heaven and earth. However, we have to admit that in the face of difficulties and dangers, a person's will can be strong, but his methods are limited and his strength will be limited. Therefore, friendship is like sunshine, which is warm and cold at first, and shines on you like petals in the wind.
Friendship is often formed in prosperity, tested in adversity and extended in the long river of years.
Some friends can only be friends for a while, while others can be friends for life. Making friends for a while may be a misunderstanding. Don't complain about misunderstanding, just say goodbye. You don't need any vows to be friends forever. Through the tunnel of time, that sincerity and persistence is enough to touch the sky.
You don't need many close friends. It is enough to have a bosom friend in life, not to mention more than one spiritual partner. We can have many friends, as long as we have the same pursuit and desire.
Friendship is not limited, it can be between young and old, between the same sex, between the opposite sex and even between foreign countries. The mountains keep dividing, and the water keeps dividing. Romantic without lingering.
It's just that acacia is too strong and acquaintance is too light. Friendship is mutual understanding, and the taste is sweet and far away.
A few exquisite short essays and two lyric short essays 1
Ordinary charm Wang Guozhen
I will not despise the ordinary, because I am a member of the ordinary. The wishes of ordinary people are printed in the heart, and the joys and sorrows of ordinary people are printed in the eyes. What I seek is also the answer that people seek.
Yes, I am ordinary, but I don't need to look down on me with your depth. Even if I look up, I don't want to see your noble face, but the towering mountains. Yes, I am ordinary, but I don't need to despise me with your profundity, even if I listen to something.
Yao, what I want to hear is not your empty big talk, but Lin Tao's loud cry to the ocean; Yes, I am ordinary, but I don't need to tease me with your sublimity. Even if I yearn for something, it will never be your castle in the air, but the fragrance of the earth and the brilliance of the morning light. Of course, when my sincere friends, familiar or unfamiliar, remind me or encourage me, no matter whether I am right or wrong, I will feel warm.
Self-appreciation does not mean beauty or brilliance, and conceit does not mean heroism.
I admit, I am really ordinary. Ordinary as wind, water, snow ... But, ordinary is not the reason without pride and charm.
The wind is common, if it blows in summer; Water is very common, if it is a clear spring in the desert; Snow is very common. If it falls between winter and spring ...
I appreciate this ordinary, I love this ordinary, and I will strive to be this ordinary.
Lyric short prose II
"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the street want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Today it's Tomb-Sweeping Day again, and there's only a nine-level crazy sand at the gate of Wen Chun. The wind in early March kissed the affectionate Taoer River; Kiss broke the peace of life, the wind and sand of affection, but roared in the dream sea of canglang memory. Thin figure, standing in the lonely and desert world of mortals in March, innocent heart, but blown into blood by hypocritical sand. Memories of dreams, floating with white clouds in the world of mortals. Early spring, in my sentimental memory, twisted into the notes of the years!
The cold wind in March blew away the memories of Chun Xue, and a wisp of fragrant sand blew away the scenery of life journey. Warm north wind, fragments of memory, how many winds and sunny heat waves are buried in the frozen world of thousands of feet by ruthless crazy sand; If you drink today, you will be drunk today, and the past will be unbearable. The sandstorm in March roared and swept away layers of story soil. The moonlight is as cold as cold light, and a little fire hangs in the curtain color of Tianyu. Drink alone, taste the temperature of cold water, and the heart of the bright moon is in ice!
In the world of mortals, I am full of thoughts, looking back on my dreams and breaking the peach water; Looking back, my heart is full of tears; After the dust settles, the dream returns to the clear shadow, MUBI.
Walking into the depressing years of March in the lunar calendar, deeply broken memories flow and become an ancient string in the moonlight. Qingming Festival embodies the brand of wind and rain; Thoughts, in this silent night sky, rummaged through the dialogue between modern people and the ancients. The poet "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us travel alone" with a sigh; Shallow Tao Er Xiao Yue, raise a glass to recall the Millennium. Li Bai, a proud poet, lived a rough life just to accumulate the poetic rhyme like Mount Tai. His madness and indifference lit a faint lamp in my lonely world.
Facing the world addicted to money, it is a changed society, and people have lost their rationality in the past! I, Canglang, lonely grassland, lost in the memory of sandstorm. The sandstorm in early spring condensed into the frozen North Pole of thousands of feet in my heart. Today, sitting alone under the moon, listening to the dialogue between the ancients and the present. ...........