Part 1 of a classic and beautiful prose of about 300 words: The Language of Tokyo - Sakura
Tokyo? The only city on earth that is as luxurious as ancient Babylon as it happily walks on the road to destruction. . Sakura? The only extremely fragile flower on earth that withers grandly at its most beautiful.
When the curtains of the bustling metropolis were raised, and when the cherry blossom petals were flying wildly like snow in this beautiful and colorful city, the inner nature of this bubble-like city supported only by material began to collapse. . In the materialistic, cold and decadent Tokyo, beautiful cherry blossoms bloom on the branches, with pink petals flying in the air. It is beautiful, but it is fragile at the same time. This only pure plant in Tokyo seems to be waiting at any time. Falling. So, when its delicacy becomes incomplete and its beauty becomes nothing, will this psychedelic city also disappear in the silent flowing air? Let the cherry blossoms flying in the sky bid farewell to Tokyo. This is really a beautiful, grand and dazzling cherry blossom funeral! A classic and beautiful prose of about 300 words Part 2: The melody of spring
Spring is rain, which nourishes all hearts, spring is flowers, which makes all hearts moist. All beauty blooms; spring is the breeze that makes all minds feel comfortable; spring is the branches that make all vitality flourish; spring breeds countless flights, spring breeds endless dreams, spring surges with infinite power, and spring flows with endless joy. Power, spring is the first light when you open your eyes, butterflies flying leisurely in the flowers; spring is the time when you board a boat and set sail, sailing in the sea of ??hope; spring is the touching prelude, it has just opened, and the plot is still full of infinite hope .
Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. All kinds of wild flowers also woke up. I saw them stretching their waists, raising their heads, and competing to bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white, purple, it was really a hundred flowers blooming and colorful.
I love spring, because spring is a beautiful season, a season full of hope, and a season of prosperity. Chapter 3 of a classic and beautiful prose of about 300 words: That moment
When I turned around and left, memories came to me like a tide.
I began to realize that everyone is actually lonely.
I don’t know how far apart we are, but I will write down the things I don’t want to forget with a pen while catching up on the distance I left behind.
When I have almost forgotten my sadness, it’s time to say goodbye. The air was quiet and no one of us spoke. I turned around and left, an inexplicable sadness mixed with tears overflowing from my eyes.
The farthest distance in the world is not thousands of miles apart, but being so close that we feel like strangers.
Time was beating gently at my fingertips. I looked for her figure with complex eyes, but of course I found nothing because she was behind me.
People are different, so everyone expresses their feelings in different ways. Some are enthusiastic, some are quiet.
These were clear concepts the moment I turned around and left.
I walked silently on the street alone, the breeze blew by, and the leaves rustled, seeming to sneer at my stupidity. Losing you makes even loneliness laugh at me. Chapter 4 of a classic and beautiful prose of about 300 words: Youth
The temptation of youth, the splendor of life, all growth and struggle seem to be just for a surprise date with them. Standing on the asphalt avenue in the city, watching the busy traffic and people coming and going, the emotion of life is vividly expressed in that moment. Falling into the confusion and helplessness of my peers, I sigh? Life has been so tortuous for me!
I admire the thoughts of great men, but I cannot get rid of my own ordinaryness or even vulgarity. She longs to be a petrel that fights thunder and lightning, but it is difficult to awaken the courage and persistence deep in her heart. Time flies and dreams turn to dust, but I am still the same fragile and childish!
The sky and the sea show blue smiles and open their broad minds, but I? The innate aloofness, and the Innate silence, innate pain. There is no air, no sunshine, no running water, life is shouting in struggle, and youth is waiting in hesitation!
Eager for understanding, eager for achievement, eager for tenderness, eager for joy, youth is watching in the long river of life, and is also waiting for it. Waiting in the long river of life. Years pass by between fingers, and life becomes lighter and weaker in the blooming rings.
I rush through youth and life in a hurry, but I wonder if anyone has ever felt them? At least feel their existence. Chapter 5 of a classic and beautiful prose of about 300 words: It has been a year since the flowers bloomed and fell.
Turn around and leave. The shadows under the sunset gradually widened and became farther apart, just like the distance between us.
When I passed by you, I knew that we had missed each other. Zeng Jin was so imaginative about the reunion, but he was so stingy that he didn't even give the other person a smile.
We were such good friends in the past, but now, time still creates a gap between us.
It turns out that we are so vulnerable! It turns out that once was not eternal!
Actually, do you know how much I want to turn around and shout to you: "Hey, old classmates don't say hello when they meet!" Then Walk up to you, pat your shoulder, and smile kindly. If it were you in the past, you might laugh at me, scold me, tsk tsk tsk, just giggle. ?But you now, how afraid I am of seeing your indifferent expression and saying: ?Oh, it's you, what's the matter? I don't have the courage, I'm afraid to face all this, I lower my head and rush by. .
It turns out that we have all changed, because it has been a year since the flowers bloomed and fell.
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