Lyric prose 600-word composition for the third grade of junior high school

1. The charm of rainy days I really like such continuous rain, falling for a long time, forgetting the morning and dusk, forgetting the time, and forgetting the seasons. Ah, especially in this early summer when half of May has passed, the rain suddenly drops like a gauze curtain, immediately blocking you from a lot of the noise and bustle in the sun, as well as the overly clear and clear images of things. Because the sunny day is too bright, with endless sounds and lights, and noisy footsteps, there are too many things for you to do; and it has the invisible power to urge people, making you unable to be lazy. On a bright sunny day, your phone will ring more often than on a rainy day; the doorbell will ring more often than on a rainy day; and your own mind will be constantly busy - especially us For a woman, when she encounters a sunny day after a long rain, she is like picking up a piece of golden gold, and she must make good use of it. I want to dry my books and my quilt, and I would rather do a quick wash of clothes. Because this hot sun can dry every wet piece of clothing dry and crisp; it can leave a lingering fragrance on every object exposed to it; and this kind of good weather is the most tempting to go. The weather is perfect for travel and outings; it is also the most convenient weather for handling various outings; of course, it is also the most suitable weather for visiting friends... It seems that as soon as the weather is sunny, everything rushes to you, and you don't know what to do first Which one is it? Suddenly, the golden and brilliant headlight dimmed. In the gloomy atmosphere, the first drop of rain fell like a pearl, and then countless raindrops were connected in a line, suppressing the flying dust... Although the rain Its gait becomes softer, but you can still hear its clear steps with metallic rhythm; when all the strings play together and more strings are added, you can hear a rich symphony of rain. ! At this time, you are completely enveloped in a curtain of rain. First, you feel the coolness of silk against your skin; the heat subsides, and the hustle and bustle goes away. When you look at the world through a thin layer of haze and don't rush, the world is so peaceful and lovely; when you look at life from a little distance, people and things are easier to arrange. Really, on this quiet rainy day, no one is harassing anyone. I can only see the greenery in the rain is like moist jade, and the buds are also red. The same is our dry heart - buried in it day by day. In the smoke and hustle and bustle, I actually gained some nourishment, found a little tranquility, and found my own voice and thoughts. If the rain falls thicker and denser, you will be more carefree, and you can let go of many of the messy things in life without any regrets. Only then can you confidently push away all the things you don't want to do and say: "It's raining, let's wait until the weather gets better." - This is really the best reason. No one dares to blame you for being lazy; in fact, Although you are lazy, your soul is beginning to sway like leaves in the rain. Especially in early summer when half of May has passed, let the dew-like rain bring you a sense of coolness and allow you to calmly brew the spirit of creation. Come on! 2. As long as you appreciate it. Some people say that the most important thing for men and women is to love each other. And I said, falling in love is not the most important thing, the important thing is to be able to appreciate each other. I once discussed the issue of dedication with a friend, and she asked me: Will there be a day when you will completely dedicate your thoughts and emotions to a man. I really want to ask her: Why not ask the Yellow River and the Yangtze River when one day she will completely dedicate herself to the sea. There are never exhausted thoughts, and there are never exhausted emotions. It just depends on whether you can accept it and appreciate it. The first time I went to play billiards with my friend, he watched me hit the flower balls and color balls randomly. From beginning to end, he was neither impatient nor tired. I believe that at this moment, he understood that I had never had the desire to be a billiards master, but he could appreciate my entertainment and mood in boredom. Not long ago, I went to have coffee with a friend. When I was paying the bill, I said: Let me pay. That friend looked at me like a monster and kept shouting "No, no!" " and explained to me that men should pay bills, women should be reserved, a man's demeanor and a woman's self-esteem, etc. I really want to tell him that I don't think that men have to be elegant when they pay and women have no self-esteem when they pay. I really want to tell him. Tell him that sometimes payment is also a kind of fun and freedom. However, I didn't say anything. I know that he can't appreciate happiness and freedom. Many men said to me that they hate women being wordy. I think that's just because they can't. It's just about appreciating the emotion contained in the confession. Some people say that they can't stand the shallowness of girls, and some people say that they can't stand the coldness of women. In fact, many times, it's him who can't appreciate it.

The snow-capped mountains are also cold, but they have a unique crystalline beauty: the creeks are also shallow, but there is beauty in the gurgling water. Appreciate every leaf, every inch of soil, every ray of sunshine, every drizzle around you, not to mention every person with flesh and blood and soul - woman. As long as you can appreciate the feeling of desolation and loneliness when your back is turned to a crowd of guests, I will knock on that lonely window and enjoy the blending of stars and moon in the sky. As long as you can appreciate the dullness in success and the smile in failure, right and wrong, success and failure will become a river, carrying your sculls and my boat, your struggles and my understanding. As long as you can appreciate the other half of this world, you will embrace a complete world without reservation. There are millions of leaves in this world, and there are millions of kinds of women in this world. They don’t all necessarily stay together or fall in love, but you can appreciate them. 3. One flower turns into thousands of flowers. In the eyes of a man who is passionately in love with her, a woman with a mediocre appearance is as beautiful as a fairy. A is fascinated by a flower, but B, C and D may not necessarily appreciate it. When it comes to a piece of music, a painting, or an article, nothing can be better than this. This shows that there is no objective standard for beauty, and the sense of beauty depends on people. However, that woman and that flower do exist objectively and are not dependent on people's subjective will. This also shows that beauty is not entirely a subjective factor, but a creation of the entanglement of subjectivity and objectivity. The reason why you and I appreciate the beauty of scenery is to project our inner self onto the scenery. Seeing plum blossoms in the sky full of ice and snow, her unique image immediately triggers the affectionate feelings in you and me, which quickly return to the plum blossoms. In this moment, your and my affection become one with the plum blossoms, blending together without distinction. Beauty arises in this realm of embrace between people and things. Some people think that beautiful women are like flowers, and some people think that flowers seem to be able to talk when they are alive. Can flowers really talk? In fact, it is the human being who speaks. It is the human being who breaks away from the limitations of his own body and injects his own life into the flower, so the flower becomes alive. By extension, when human life is thrown into the moon, clouds, sky, mountains, water, trees... these things immediately become alive and have feelings. The clouds will fly, the moon will smile, and the sky will be sad; the green pines are as helpless and tenacious as you and me, and you and me are like lotus flowers emerging from the mud and unstained; "The water of the Shujiang River is green and the mountains of Shu are green" vividly presents Li Longji's love for Yang Yuhuan’s everlasting feeling of longing for her. If you are a wanderer walking on the road to the end of the world, can the west wind and the thin horse not break your heart? If you are a person with lofty ideals, riding an iron horse, facing the autumn wind, and walking on the Great Wall, how can you not be ambitious? From the limited "small self" to the boundless "big self" is liberation, detachment, and the source of beauty. In this case, when you look at flowers, paintings, and read works, you are not just simply appreciating them, but you are also creating them at the same time. Based on your special feelings about the "objective flower", you create a "subjective flower" in your mind. The objective flower is just that one, but the subjective flower varies from person to person. Everyone who sees it creates one in their hearts, so there are thousands of them. Because people have different origins, upbringing, and experiences, they feel and create different things. This is the reason why "each flower enters each eye" and why one flower turns into thousands of flowers. 4. I often miss some people for no reason. Maybe they were three or four years ago, more than ten years ago, or even twenty or thirty years ago. Whenever I have sleepless nights and am alone, I think of these lovely people who have passed through my life. They don't know that a friend is missing them, and they often feel emotional for no reason. Before coming to Hong Kong, a friend said when seeing me off: I have new friends in a new place. An ordinary sentence, it still makes me sad when I think of it. Indeed, when you arrive in a new place, you make new friends, while old friends, for various reasons, gradually become distant, or even lose contact completely. "The rest is just missing." When I think of some people, I always feel that my life is cut into segments, and each segment is connected with some people. Without these people, life seems to be pale and poor, without a solution. Of course, it’s not just friends, some people who are not friends but have to fight with them, and even some people who hate them, also often think of them. So life can be broken down into this: some are divided by people you love, some are divided with people you hate, and some are divided with people you don’t care about whether you love or hate. Your life is broken down by these three types of people. You miss them over the long years, so you feel that your life is real and abundant.

The long longing, unknown to others, carries the emotion of the past, whether it is love or hate, strong or light, long or short. When you miss someone, you will feel it deep in your heart. , there are some inexplicable tremors, looming, rising and sinking. You want to hold on to them tightly, but they are fleeting. After experiencing great sorrow and great joy, being immersed in the water of bitterness three times, and being burned again and again by the fire of sin, you can treat your life calmly. When you miss those people who have passed through your life, all love and hate will be cast with a faint halo. When you look at them through the halo, love and hate will turn into a kind of profound joy in experiencing life. . 5. Because you have a secret. She feels that your eyes seem to be deeper; your heart seems to be more tolerant... Maybe, because you have a secret? Yes, because there is a secret. As usual, you gently pulled the end of her hair - "Do you believe it? When you realize that you are an independent person, the secret becomes like the smoothest strand of hair. , It has grown quietly on your temples..." She should believe it! Because, a person without secrets is like a light willow leaf - cute, but unreliable; but... a person with too many secrets is like a sick sorghum - pitiful, but not cute? I mean, - your eyes look stubborn - you have to have a little bit... yes, a little bit, but it is absolutely indispensable. Finally, she agreed... This is a secret of the past. If you talk about it frivolously - then you are just weakly shirk, the unbalanced weight on the balance of the soul. This is a secret that has yet to be decided. You are in the hand of asking for help - then you are just lazily seeking cheap relief. Children who shirk secrets unreservedly to their parents will never grow up. Reveal secrets freely to friends - he will have difficulty winning long-term respect. Oh, maybe yes! Even for lovers who are passionately in love, they should still keep some secrets...your uneasiness, your impulses, even your jealousy...I hope! Because you have a secret, your eyes will become deeper; because you have a secret, your heart will become more tolerant. 6. Happiness is a girl. I have loved freedom. The more I see men enslaved and downtrodden, the deeper my love for freedom grows; the more I realize that men obey only frightening idols, the more I love freedom. It was the dark ages that sculpted those idols, it was continual ignorance that erected them, it was slave lips that polished them into glory. But I love these slaves as much as I love freedom, and I pity them. Because they are a group of blind people, they cannot see that they are kissing the bloody mouths of tigers and wolves, and they do not feel that they are sucking the venom of poisonous snakes. Nor do they know that they are digging their own graves with their own hands. I once loved freedom more than anything else, because I felt that freedom was like an orphan girl, alone and helpless. She was so exhausted mentally and physically that she became like a transparent phantom, passing through thousands of households, and then... Wandering around the streets, she greeted passers-by, but they ignored her. Like all people, I have loved happiness. Every day when I wake up, I look for happiness with people, but I never find her on their way. I could not see the footprints of happiness in the desert around people's palaces; nor could I hear the echo of happiness from the windows of the monastery. When I was alone looking for happiness, I heard my heart whispering: "Happiness is a girl who lives in the depths of her heart. It is so deep that you can only stay away." I opened my heart and wanted to Pursue happiness. I saw her mirror, her bed, and her dress there, but I didn't find happiness itself. I loved people, loved them very much. In my mind, these people can be divided into three types: those who curse life for bad things, those who wish life good, and those who think deeply about life. I love the first type of people because they have such a bad life; I love the second type of people because they are tolerant and kind; I love the third type of people even more because they have brains. 7. Warmth and warmth are the first clumps of grass floating on the river in early spring, the flying giants passing by in the sky at dusk, the moonlight-soaked courtyard, the smile of a girl with windy sleeves among the yellow flowers on the slope, and the feeling that makes you stunned. Heart-warming warmth and tenderness.

Yang locust flowers are scattered in the courtyards of people's homes like flying snow in the desert; in the ancient well made of bluestone, the clear echo of the small antimony bucket against the wall of the well; the red oil paper umbrella held up in the rain; the embrace in the small hotel A big pipe of cigarettes and an old farmer with a half-hearted taste. Aren't these things we are familiar with and familiar with also warm? Warmth is a scenery. You may as well stroll through it in a leisurely and relaxed mood, and it will become a warm scenery. Warmth is the feeling of each other smiling and nodding when climbing up on the Double Ninth Festival, when you and another climber coincidentally recite "I see how charming the green mountains are, and I don't expect the green mountains to see me like this." The hot tea brewed, the relief in the eyes of concern. Dongye and Xueyou walked from the south of the city to the east of the city to eat "spicy hotpot" and returned. They were suddenly attacked by a water truck. They had nowhere to hide. They turned their backs and prepared to take a cold bath. The water truck had passed by, but they were still dry. Only then did they realize that There was a boy standing in front of me, soaked all over... In the days that followed, no one mentioned it, and in the days that followed, they no longer accepted his care, but the gratitude in their hearts was so deep. Warmth is a kind of tacit understanding. When nothing can be said or nothing needs to be said, a silent gaze is enough to express the wordless warmth. The warmth is like a small inn with dim lights. The intermittent sound of guitar is when the door is opened. A few old friends suddenly show up shouting "Look at the sword". The sword stabs them, but it is a long sugar cane, so they chew it. Out comes a lot of scum and laughter. A few years ago, I left a foreign country and returned to my hometown. The next day, I received a tear-stained letter, vaguely written: "In the afternoon after you left, it suddenly snowed heavily, the plum trees on the mountain turned red, and a new shop arrived. There are so many delicious pies, come back..." At that time, I wanted to go back to the town, not for the plum blossoms in the snow or the pies I was used to eating, but just for the deep and warm human touch. Warmth is a kind of human touch, which always quietly fills the heart with excitement and happiness. Did you know? Wenxin is walking in the side streets of the border city, singing loudly, causing passers-by to whisper: "Are you engaged in art?", is waving and running towards the last bus that has slowly started, the driver stops the car and opens the door, turning around Renai smiling face. How many warm moments should there be in a lifetime? Those sentiments that moisten my eyes even though they are fleeting, and those stories that cannot be forgotten even if they last forever, will gradually accumulate in my heart and gradually sink into the most dignified, beautiful and timeless warmth. Regardless of the erosion of time and changes in mood, we will never ignore it and cherish it forever. 8. What’s on the other side of the mountain? What’s on the other side of the mountain? I don’t know if I was inspired by some god or because of an unavoidable call, but I stumbled and stumbled over it. Sometimes I fall into a trap, hoping that there will be a vine rope hanging down from the dark cave sky. In the end, there is nothing. I still have to dig out my fingers and climb out. I once got lost in the depths of a dense forest, identifying animal tracks, searching for the sound of springs, chasing the songs of birds, and discerning the backs of grass, leaves, and vines, trying to get out of the maze, stroking this and that in circles, but in the end, I was still there. Return to original position. I was once seduced by the halo of meteors and indulged in a mountain lake dotted with waves; I was also teased by the tail of a red fox, dyed with a strange fragrance, and fell into a drowsy state, unable to wake up for a long time. That is the singing voice that sells youth to others in exchange for a ball of charcoal fire, a mouthful of light steamed buns, and a cup of water and wine. Even if you are tired of walking on the mountain road that others have walked, you will often feel complacent about taking shortcuts. Just like this, facing the wind, rain, dew, and thunder, I walked hard, sometimes singing softly and lowly, sometimes shouting loudly. All the bumps create cocoons on the soles of the feet, all the storms accumulate in the chest, and all the sweat wrinkles the skin. All of this is to know - what is on the other side of the mountain? If it were a vast forest, would there be any arrows pointing towards it? If it were the endless mist, would there be a peaceful evening bell? If it were the vast sea of ??clouds that was restless in the vast valley, would there be eagles carrying it across? When I supported my tired legs and finally conquered a self-righteous height and looked far into the distance, oh? There are still mountains on the other side of the mountain. What is crawling under the feet is just a mound, a small ball of mud. Only at this time, at this place, can I know that I am insignificant; only at this time, at this place, can I know my own insignificance. So, I have to affirm my trek. After all, it makes me know that the scenery that belongs to me at the moment is only so limited. So, what about the future? No one can predict what will happen next. But I still want to know: What is on the other side of the mountain... 9. Friends and other Friends are about to travel far away. In late spring, I invited a few friends to have a gathering at home.

Although they are all very close friends, they rarely see each other all year round. The occasional encounter on the phone is nothing more than a few ordinary words. A pot of millet porridge, a plate of kohlrabi, a plate of home-brewed kimchi, and a roast duck bought from the alley. It was simple, not like a treat, but like a family reunion. In fact, whether it is friendship or love, it will turn into family affection over time. It is strange to say that with new friends we talk about literature, philosophy, life principles, etc., but with old friends we only talk about everyday things, daily necessities, and all kinds of trivial matters. Many times, spiritual harmony no longer requires too many words to express. My friend got a new perm and did not dare to go home to see his mother for fear of frightening the old man, but he came to see us happily. The old friend can appreciate this change in an interesting way. When we were young, we almost all lived for others, for parents who spoke earnestly and sincerely, for teachers who were persuasive and persuasive, and for the constraints of many concepts and traditions. As I get older, I gradually break free from external restrictions and restraints, and begin to know how to live for myself, do things I like in my own way, and don't care about other people's criticisms, don't care about other people's slanders and rumors, I only care about the freedom I have Comfortable and natural. Occasionally, you can also indulge yourself a little bit and have a sense of mischievous joy. I also feel more and more that life is nothing more than dedication. Be dedicated to yourself, be dedicated to the people you love, and be dedicated to the land of your life. Since you have given your best, there is no gain or loss, success or failure, honor or disgrace. They are willing to let go of many things, including personal disputes, money and emotional entanglements. Know how to let go, know how to let go, the natural spring breeze is warm, the moon is bright and the wind is clear. Just let life take its course and take its course. Just like the ebony in front of the window, there is a sense of harmony and fullness in the natural growth and fall of the tree. The spring rain falls gently, there is no poetry, no wine, there is just a sense of ease and contentment in knowing each other and belonging to each other. The night gradually fell with laughter, and my friend stood up to say goodbye. There was no invitation to stay, no farewell, and no even asking about the date of return. I have gone through the years of great joy and sorrow, the years of sadness and tears, and I know that gathering and separation are so natural and logical. If you understand this, you will know how to cherish the warmth of every reunion, and you will be happy when you say goodbye. 10. Ethereal, like a grassland. From your point of view, it is just a painting painted on the paper of the earth, allowing you to think of it as empty and far away; like a sky. There are no brilliant clouds to decorate it, and there are not even a few birds playing in the arms. It is as if it has been washed, and it just sticks to a pure area; like a bay of sea. There is no wind and no waves. Just use azure eyes to capture a piece of sky, turning the original blue into a kind of saturation. Therefore, this virgin-like calm is enough to make you think that the world will never be shattered... It can be said that this kind of landscape is an ethereal one. In this way, we know that emptiness is a kind of tranquility, harmony and infinity. And etherealness is not illusion to us, it is so beautiful that it is everywhere. To people, being ethereal is a kind of short rest and adjustment for the soul. Such as friendship. It turns out that we love and care for someone very deeply. We can even keep the friend in our heart without getting deeply involved, and keep a distance. Even if you think about it briefly in ordinary times, you will discover a kind of wealth for yourself, and it will be a deeper remembrance for your friends. Undoubtedly, this should be a way to listen to the recent heartbeat from a distant place and time. Such as honor. In fact, we can look at the successes we have achieved and the changes in our destiny because of those successes. If a person creates and then accepts rewards with a clear conscience, then he can only be regarded as a person who has lived a good life at best. Living is not an exchange. If we don't expect that everything we give is for the change of our own destiny, we will breathe easily and work casually. Because we have become accustomed to looking at our own gains and losses fairly. Think about it, a person who has already prepared a large world for his heart that can tolerate injustice, what else can he complain about? In other words, a person who has so much emptiness in his heart that can dwell in sadness, what else can he be afraid of? Such as misfortune. For an unfortunate person, what he especially needs is broad-mindedness. If you can still be calm and composed in the face of having nothing, misfortune has no harm to this person. Ethereality is sometimes a kind of broad-mindedness. Unfortunate people can really make their spiritual world more ethereal, like those Taoist monks who have nothing but are grateful for the world. People with this kind of mentality are much better off than those cowards who lament their fate all day long. For example, the whole life.

If the space of your heart remains ethereal, you will look at it like a natural landscape, and your mood for life will be like that of a bird jumping into the sky. Because the heart is ethereal, it yearns for broadness and infinity, and its flying wings will stretch out to be extra bold and powerful. Being ethereal to people is, after all, a rational emotional choice when people appreciate life or contend with life. It is a mentality of advocating and retaining beauty! These are my selections, and they also meet your word count requirements. I hope you will accept the answer^_^