30 beautiful essays of 300 words

Excerpt from "Watching Flowers Bloom and Fall"

The road is still the same. After so many years have passed and the past has become further and further away, I no longer pursue it. So I thought of searching for dreams, searching for a long-lost mood, to see if the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, and to see if the face in memory is still as tender as water?

Who can keep those flowers? Let the faint fragrance make you feel heart-wrenchingly melancholy. Are you also recalling the light rainy night and the lush green leaves? And I end up doing the most boring thing in the world, watching flowers bloom and fall, leaving only sad memories of the past.

An old friend always said that there was a time when everything was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not cloud. The wine glass that is held up is just a prop that should be in this story. Who is cooking green apricots for whom? Who is it for whom? The plums are cold in the rain. Who is it for whom? The clothes are getting wider and I will never regret it. Who is it for whom? There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, so who is it for whom that the spring willows and spring flowers will bloom all over the painting building?

A lot of beauty always slips from my fingers inadvertently, and the faint ringing in my ears is always the constant listening ding. There is no way not to feel sad when the flowers bloom and fall. Occasionally, those who come gently are still whirling and graceful. It is rare to feel the misery of "the beauty waiting in the season, blooming and falling like a lotus". There is always sadness in the decadence of the sentence "I am not a returnee, but a passerby".

The wind and the dust, the fragrant flowers have all gone, things are different and people are different, I look back frequently.

How many people will watch "The rolling Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes", and how many people know that "right and wrong, success or failure will turn around, the country will still be there, and the sunset will be red several times." Therefore, I also want to wander endlessly, and I also want to walk through the long river in Mobei where the sun sets, the west of the region where thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and the ten miles south of the Yangtze River where lotus flowers are fragrant. Dining in the wind and drinking in the morning dew along the way, pillowing on the pines and waves and sleeping under the lonely moon, make wandering in the rain seem to have only a starting point and no end. Occasionally when I think about it, my clothes are still wet with tears. What kind of pride can lead to such joy? I still haven't been able to let go of my current boring life.

Many things are still in a hurry, and I am all satisfied that I can still enjoy the summer cool and sleep in the shade. There are always good times in life, and there are always good times when we get together and break up. Otherwise, how can we have a successful life and have to enjoy it to the fullest, no matter who is right or wrong tomorrow or today.

There are always times when I want to move lightly and gracefully, there are always times when I am flattering myself, and there are always times when I am said to be a woman who is used to walking to the right, but there are always people who forget In fact, when he is a man who is used to walking to the left, it is better to watch the flowers bloom and fall with so much pain and happiness than when he is lonely like fireworks. Why care? Then when you shouldn't care, let yourself be happier.

Sit under the flower, reach out to catch a falling petal, put it into your lips, taste the coolness and fragrance, and watch the chrysalis transform into a butterfly and turn into a cocoon. How happy is it? No one can encounter a miracle without wandering in this world. I still remember that I once wanted to meet a water demon and escape from the world. After all, it was just a beautiful dream. Why should I expect too much beauty?

When the indigo-colored mist is shrouded in the silver-white morning light, blurred in front of my eyes, it is dawn, so how much time do I have to watch the flowers bloom and fall? There are not many days in life. Apart from my occasional sadness, this life that I should have should not be a mistake.