Beautiful prose of about 200 words: I want to give my dream a framework.
Everyone has a dream. Whether you realize it or not, it will sprout in your heart and hide in your deepest place. Once an artist said; ? People who have no dreams are sad. Dreams must exist in case of ghosts. But I think I can give my dream a framework so that it won't be laughed at, ridiculed or questioned by others.
Have you ever had such an experience? When someone asks you, "What do you want to be when you grow up? What's your dream? However, if you say it, others will say: Your dream is really great. Can you do it? I see, you are talking in your sleep. You can't achieve it. ? Why do people laugh at our whimsy when we tell others about our dreams? Do we really talk in our dreams?
In fact, our own dreams are clear to us. Maybe it is just a joke in others' eyes, but it is a precious wish in our hearts.
So, I want to give my dream a box! I want to give my dream a framework, put beautiful birds and fragrant flowers in it, and store my memories of the scenery and the road I have traveled as a heart-shaped memory record, branding it in my heart and making it a part of good memories.
Beautiful prose of about 200 words: endless
Inside the dark blue screen window is a simple bedroom, and outside the dark blue screen window is crisp music. The purest water falls from the sky, drawing a beautiful arc outside the window without losing its noble position. Always choose ordinary places to play polyphonic songs.
The opposite window is open and related. I complained softly: it's raining. Isn't the rain good? Isn't the rain good? Isn't the rain good? Even if it is good, it is only my own feeling.
People have different tastes. Perhaps few people really like rain, but they still contribute music to the earth, which they have worked hard to compose. The children smiled when they looked up at the rain. The teenager reached out and caught the raindrops, but he was still laughing. The warm palm left a trace of coolness because of the cold.
The rain outside the window is still there, hasn't it stopped?
Beautiful prose of about 200 words: life is like a book.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow. Life is recorded with different ups and downs. In fact, people are divided into three stages, adolescence, middle age and old age. I remember when I was young, my life was carefree. Playing with children all day, talking back to parents, never thinking about adults. When I was a teenager, I became sensible and gradually learned to wash clothes, cook, chat with my parents and help my family do what I can. I don't talk back to my parents as I did when I was a child, and I don't play carefree with my friends as I did when I was a child. Because I know that when I grow up, I can't be as naughty as when I was a child, because I know that I should do something for my parents. It's like how carefree we were when we were teenagers!
Middle age: Middle age is like my parents. They are middle-aged and busy with housework for me to go to school. Constantly in the social competition, I slowly feel that my life is burdened with heavy pressure and responsibility.
Old age: Old age is like those grandparents who are seventy or eighty years old. Their lifestyles are very different, and they are all recalling the bitterness and joy of life. They don't have too many ideals and social competition and pressure. I just want to spend my old age happily with my family. The important thing is to protect your body and mind. They should use a healthy body and mentality to find their own happiness and spend their old age safely.
In fact, life is a book, recording the ups and downs in life. Let's put a secretary with beautiful things, so that every page of our life is beautiful and happy!
Short and beautiful prose: ripe cherry
Prose author: Qiao Xiande
Cherry is ripe, and Qingdao Pingdu Cherry Blossom Festival is coming soon. Every year is around May 20th. My friends and I picked cherries in cherry orchard the day before yesterday. Yesterday my relatives sent some cherries, tasted them and chewed them. My brain commands my fingertips to act and let the fragrance of cherries float between the lines.
When I was a child, I heard that cherries are delicious, but trees are hard to grow. ? It is said that cherries are delicious, but it is not easy to produce cherries until a living tree is planted. Because cherry trees are spoiled, afraid of cold, heat, drought and waterlogging, and easily get sick, children often hear that cherry trees that were originally growing well suddenly died for some reason, and there were no protective measures at that time, so it is even more difficult to grow cherries. Perhaps for this reason, cherry trees were rarely planted in the past. Cherry is the earliest ripe fruit in a year. Other fruits were already on the market when they were young, so they were called by the villagers? The king of fruit? .
When cherries are just ripe, the price is very expensive. At that time, they were short of money Looking at the red and bright cherries, they fumbled for their pockets back and forth, reluctant to buy them, even if they bought them, they didn't buy much. Some weigh half a catty and some weigh four ounces. At that time, they were all packed in paper tubes rolled into funnels and rushed home to honor the elderly. In those days, old people didn't eat cherries as they do now, but tasted cherries. Even the cherry in a small paper tube is not willing to eat it all by itself, so I give it to my children and grandchildren to taste. Look at the neighborhood and let the neighborhood taste it. This is a fresh cherry that my son just bought. Give it a try! Cherry is very sweet this year. Your son is so filial! ? Taste cherries and brag about filial piety.
Today is not what it used to be, and cherry trees also reflect the times. There are many kinds of cherry trees, including greenhouse, open air, big cherry and small cherry. Red light, yellow honey, crystal and other varieties abound. In addition, management measures keep up, fertilizer and water are tight, cherry trees keep growing, and cherry fruits are covered with branches, all of which are red and Huang Chengcheng, vying for the market and prospering the market. People don't have to do what they used to do? April 8? I have tasted fresh cherries before and after, and I can eat fresh cherries for a long time between spring and summer.
This year, due to the climate, the open-air cherries ripened a little late. The day before yesterday, my friend came from Qingdao because of something. After having a full meal, I invited my friends. Taohuajian? Take a stroll, the Peach Blossom Stream is not only full of peach blossoms, but also delicious cherries. Friends in Qingdao have long heard about it. I heard that going to Taohuajian to eat cherries also brought me spirit and a close contact with nature.
Our group started from the small town and walked along the road leading to? Taohuajian scenic spot? Specializing in expressways, I walked with a smile all the way, imagining the beautiful scenery of cherry orchard in Taohuajian. About an hour's journey, a paradise-like cherry orchard comes into view. This is the prestigious Peach Blossom Creek. I saw cherry trees, big and small, one after another; Pieces of cherry trees occupy most of the mountain stream; A stout cherry tree grows luxuriantly and goes straight into the sky; Clusters and strings of cherries are covered with branches like little red lanterns, and their smiling faces are red. My friend smiled, and so did I.
Looking at the beautiful cherry orchard, picking small cherries on the trees and tasting fresh cherry juice, which is not felt anywhere else. We wandered in the dense cherry forest, leaving irregular footprints in cherry orchard. We looked up to study which ripe cherry, reached out and stretched out our arms, instantly picked it and put it in our mouth. This is the brightest cherry in the world. Even if Yang Guifei ran off the litchi eaten by Ma Leg, she didn't pick fresh cherries herself. Picking cherries under the tree is a beautiful mountain village painting; This is a touching poem about objects; It's a romantic story about eating cherries in Taohuaxi. Mountains and rivers, scenery, artistic conception, cherry and taste have exhausted many painters' pen and ink, and they can't draw such a beautiful picture; No amount of poets can write such spiritual poems.
Picking cherries in Taohuaxi is so beautiful, so beautiful, it makes me think a lot. Cherry juice is sweet, and the provoked taste buds spread to my brain, reminding me of picking cherries in Daze Mountain, which is also an unusual cherry picking experience. That was a few years ago. My hometown is a journalist friend of Dazeshan, and we were invited by men and women, literati, journalists and so on.
When we arrived, we saw reporters and friends waiting at home. When everyone is here, take a convenient bag and we will climb all the way along the mountain road. Roadside was covered with pieces of cherry orchard, and the mountains created pieces of trapezoidal cherry orchard. Cherry orchard is a natural landscape from nature.
Arriving at the reporter's home in cherry orchard, the generous reporter said: There is no way to take care of cherry picking at home, and there is not enough money. Invite everyone to come today, pick as many as you like, and wait for the cherry stones to be taken back. ? After listening to the reporter's friends, everyone is more relaxed, especially journalists, who are not only good at writing news, but also good at picking cherries. Strolling along the ridge of trees, picking cherries, talking and laughing, laughter rippling in cherry orchard, adding a beautiful scenery to the beautiful Daze Mountain. At first sight of so many men and women, the local people laughed and broke the usual silence in Shan Ye. They also regarded us as a landscape and watched the excitement. It didn't take half a day for everyone to pick out their pockets, and some even picked out a few pockets. Men and women, big and small, harvest not only cherries, but also the interest and joy when picking cherries, rich imagination and beautiful aftertaste after harvest.
Cherry is ripe, which reminds me of the family taste of picking cherries in my hometown. In the vegetable garden in front of his hometown, his 80-year-old father cut down jujube trees with few fruits and planted several cherry trees, including two new varieties of red light and yellow honey. A few years later, the cherry was full of fruit. Whenever the cherries are ripe, my old father will call me home to eat cherries, and my wife and I will go home at once, so as not to disturb my father in picking cherries. Even so, my father walked into the garden with us and went straight to the cherry tree. The family is happy, picking cherries together and pulling them home together, and the family atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger. I saw that the yellow one is yellow honey, golden, golden and water-like; The red one is a red light, and the red one shines. Look, look, I can't help but breathe, so I picked a cherry and put it in my mouth. It's so sweet, I chew cherry, and my heart rises with deep love.
I feel happy when the cherry is ripe. Reminds me of picking cherries in the greenhouse a few years ago. Cherry trees are neatly arranged in the greenhouse, like a group of soldiers, walking along the cherry trees, just like reviewing. I was surprised at the time that there was such a high greenhouse that the cherry trees stretched their limbs and had a magnificent body. Picking cherries in a tall and wide greenhouse is like picking modern fruits, eating cherries in your mouth and tasting the sweetness of scientific and technological achievements.
When the cherries were ripe, the fruit farmers smiled. This year, there is another bumper harvest of cherries. I have a good idea. When writing red and yellow cherries, I feel at ease. Thinking, I want to eat cherries again.
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