Short story excerpts are about 5o words.

1) Life is like a river flowing eastward. It originated in the highest place, and ice and snow were his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged through the cliff, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, rolled away happily and bravely, enjoying everything that happened along the way; Sometimes, when confronted with the frontal resistance of the rock, he rushed up angrily, roared and whirled, and the waves rose and fell, urging him until he passed and rushed down this steep cliff. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently; Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily turbid and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it only gave him a lot of new strength; Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, shine on him, cast a shadow on him, and bring some faint warmth in the cold: he just wants to rest and sleep, but the power of progress still urges him to move forward ... (Bing Xin talks about life)

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Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching. Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed. The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still flashing. "Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

3) In this ever-changing world, there is too much indifference and helplessness. However, from small to large, you shuttled through the stone forest made of reinforced concrete. Have you ever plunged into the wonderful and endless nature, put aside all secularism and utilitarianism, and truly experienced the most primitive and wonderful life?

In spring, everything revives and a hundred flowers blossom. Friend, have you locked spring out because of the cold in early spring? No, you need to open a window for yourself when it wakes up and breathe the breath of nature! Open the Chun Xue covered with branches and look for new green! Open the dark clouds of sadness in my heart and enjoy the bright sunshine! You can let patches of green moisten your eyes, let the fragrance of the earth infect your nose, let wild fruits fill your mouth and let birds fill your eardrums. You can put aside all the troubles, drag the kite line and run on the grass; You can avoid all people who make you unhappy, put on sports shoes and pick beautiful wild flowers in the wild; you can ...

4) In summer, nature begins to flourish. Friend, have you forgotten the bright full moon because of the heat in midsummer? No, you need to go out of the door and look up at the twinkling stars! Near the corner, listen to the songs of unknown insects! Walk barefoot into the cheerful stream and feel the gurgling water slip through your fingertips! Of course, you can also fold a wicker into a ring, insert some flowers and imagine yourself as a flower fairy.

Autumn, for many people, is sad and sad. Friend, do you refuse to feel the golden autumn because you are afraid that a dead leaf will touch your unforgettable past? No, you need to cherish a fiery maple leaf for yourself to commemorate the burning youth, even if it is pain or sinking, youth will have no regrets after all! By the way, we can't forget those heavy fruits, they are smiling happily in this harvest season! You see, their fat bodies have bent the branches and can't wait to fall down! There is also the autumn when "the cranes in the clear sky row clouds and poetry leads the sky", which is the season for literati to compose poems ... Yes, my friend, the autumn wind is no longer a sad past, but a heavy hope and endless pride!

In winter, the world is covered with ice and snow. Friend, have you put away that silver dream because of the cold winter? No, you need to unbutton your coat and make a snowman with a red nose in your yard, so that it can open the door to your memory and return to your innocent childhood. You can see the tall and straight Jinsong standing in the heavy snow, and you can approach the wintersweet that is not afraid of the cold and watch it smile quietly in the cold wind. ...

My friend, the triviality of life numbs your soul, and the changes of the world suppress your soul. Maybe you are complaining, maybe you are worried, but have you ever seriously looked for a trace of joy for yourself, even the most primitive?

6) You must remember that there are only two ways to get out of the small single-room train from Beitou to Xinbeitou: one is the greasy street, and most students walk to school. The road is short but crowded, and it is a gourmet avenue. The other is a mountain road, paved with asphalt, leading to the back door of the school halfway up the mountain. Although the number of people is small, it has doubled. We want to go this way. In the morning, the mountains are wet and green, and the morning fog covers the distance, forming a melancholy atmosphere. Birds, there are always a few, jump into the road from time to time or change branches inexplicably, which disturbs the eternal peace and expands the silent territory.

The gate is two short fences, the blue paint is almost white, the gate is misplaced, and one is entangled with wild vines, stabbing out a colorful secular desire. The wide courtyard left a sad impression on me, like a ghost longing for love, waiting for someone to call their names. Because of unspeakable suffering, I can't get rid of the cold all year round.

7) Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone well fences, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will clap its hands and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined. Manglietia has the fruit of Alternanthera philoxeroides, and Polygonum multiflorum has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, and they can become immortals after eating them. So I often pull them up, and I have been pulling them up constantly, and I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen one of them like a person. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small coral beads, which are sour and sweet, and the color and taste are far better than mulberry.

8). Thinking about the fate of reading.

A while ago, I bought a book in the Book City called "A Drop of Water Hides the Sea", which contains 300 classic philosophical stories. Now I'm going to taste a little story called fate.

"Destiny" is about the fate of two children, one is divined by a monk as the "number one scholar" and the other is a beggar. Twenty years later, the original champion became a beggar, but the beggar became a champion.

God said, "the talent I give to everyone accounts for one-third of his fate, and the rest depends on how he grasps it."

After reading this passage, I was very moved. Grasp, grasp the fate, what a simple sentence, but how many people really grasp their own destiny? Don't blame your own talent, let alone your own fate, because fate is in your own hands and can be changed at any time! If you want.

9). Thoughts on Reading Rose Review

I read this article in the story club a long time ago, and I liked it at that time. I have read it several times now, and I am even more impressed. Its name is Rose Review.

A few short sentences contain profound philosophy. Two sentences represent two different outlooks on life.

In the rose garden, there are twins and their mother. The twins' view of the rose garden is like this: "This is a terrible place! Because every flower has a thorn. " "This is a good place! Because there are flowers on every thorn. "

The reason is clear. Things will have different ideas from different angles. This rule can be used in any way. As long as you face everything with a positive and optimistic attitude, you will have the best ending! Try it if you don't believe me.

10) Thoughts on Reading Anne in the Green House

Anne in the Green Room is well written and has a lot of flavor. Very good!

1 1 year-old orphan Annie was mistakenly sent to a couple living in a green house. Because of Annie's cuteness, the couple took Annie in. So Anne in the green room went to school, and many irritating and ridiculous stories happened …

After reading this book, I don't like Annie again. She is lively, bold, lovely, intelligent and kind. Most importantly, she is imaginative and optimistic. In her eyes, everything is beautiful. She likes to talk, and she is always chattering. I hope to make friends with her. I will never be lonely with her.

I hope to be a girl like Annie, a lovely girl. Because girls are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute.