Mei Wen's composition

American prose 1 darkness, full of darkness everywhere. Several figures loomed under the gloomy sky. Depression and depression filled the whole picture, but left a touch of pure white in the distant ravine, just like the harsh light before the birth of Chaoyang.

This is a hand-painted work of "Scream" series.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, which is the roar of feudalism; Deep red is surging on the ground, which is a river of blood of martyrs; A rickety figure appeared in the wine room, which was Kong Yiji struggling to survive in the cracks; Rain is flying in the air, which is the painful and sad tears of Mrs. Sans.

In Mr. Lu Xun's article, in this freehand painting, I saw two gloomy characters: cannibalism!

Lu Xun's articles are always practical and profound. He focuses on the morbid society and numb people's hearts, and bravely exposes all ugliness and darkness. Therefore, in this painting, you can't see the glitz of whitewashing, the world stability of self-deception, only darkness, hardship, sadness and anger!

This is a beautiful article!

That kind of affectation and moaning can't stand the scrutiny of time. Only this kind of writing, which is full of true feelings, close to the times and deeply rooted in people's hearts, can make people feel immersive. Despite the infinite grief and indignation after reading, a heart will not be bound by ethereal words and become vain.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and good memories come to mind.

Sitting in a cool chair, there is always an unspeakable happiness in my father's arms. I always go out for a walk every night before I want to sleep, because I will sleep soundly at night. Of course, I will also go with my father.

One summer night, although it was very hot, I still had to go out at night. Move to a cool chair with a fan. Sitting on the steps of Ocean Bridge, enjoying Xia Feng. Several ships crossed the sparkling river from time to time, breaking the tranquility of the water. Unconsciously, I fell asleep in my father's arms. Dad gave me a fan and watched it all night. At that time, I really wanted to sleep forever.

Good memories are permanent, but happiness is only temporary. May happiness grow a tail and hold it firmly when it leaves.

A beautiful article, like a sweet mountain spring, moistens everyone's heart; A beautiful article, like a pot of Millennium wine, is full of sweetness; A beautiful article, like light music, is beautiful and refreshing. A beautiful article is an art.

Beautiful writing-gentle and graceful, poetic and lyrical, in the music of the article, you can taste the author's poetic and picturesque, and extract the center in the article. Tasting a beautiful article is like tasting a pot of old wine. It's so hot that I cry. The more wine is brewed, the more mellow it is and the more fragrant it is. It can be gentle, subtle and vivid when the pen tip touches the water. American writing is an art and an endless art of learning.

American writing has always been bold and heroic, isn't it just a charm, just like the beginning! American writing is an art, an irresistible art.

In the world of American writing, I once heard a "strong and unyielding" voice: Students, as long as we insist on reading extracurricular books and form the good habit of keeping a diary and writing every day, we can open up a new world of American writing. When I am about to give up learning this art, this sentence will float into my ears, brush my cheeks and brush my hair. American writing is an art!

In this little bit of literary talent, American writing is an artistic style. American literature, the art of life ...

Open the valve of memory again.

Long-lost sunshine shines through the window of the soul.

There are weeds all over the mountain and flowers everywhere. The air seems to be mixed with the fragrance of grass and petals.

Sort out the fragments of thought,

I don't know how to pick up the painful memories buried in my heart.

Time seems to be going backwards, and the long river of history seems to have stopped at that moment, and I am at a loss.

Maybe I'm really wrong, wrong.

Another year, more and more yesterday, less and less tomorrow, I don't know if I have a chance, if I have a chance to walk into the weeds and flowers all over the mountains again. I don't want the only beautiful scenery in my heart to disappear again because of me.

Always thinking alone, imagining alone,

Imagine the desert in my heart quickly becoming an oasis.

Last night, a summer rain, raindrops the size of beans, knocked on the board house and kept it awake all night. In the morning, I lazily opened the window, and a moist and fresh air, accompanied by bright sunshine, swept my tired face, warm, made my tiredness disappear, and made me feel bored and relaxed: a sunny morning.

Outside the window, on the neat and orderly steel frame, colorful lines fluttered in the morning breeze. Looking at the desk calendar, it was already May 29th, and the depths of my memory suddenly trembled like an electric shock: unconsciously, in this magical land of Longmuwan, 10955 days have passed. As I enter my old age, the fleeting time is particularly precious and unpredictable. Will there be thousands of 95 days in the future?

Yesterday, I strolled on the beach of Sanya Bay, enjoying the charming night view of Sanya Bay with colorful lights and melodious dance music. On weekends, I sat in a cafe with a loud piano and a fragrant smell, sipping bitter and mellow coffee; Reminiscent of the small city life that gets up early and comes home late every day, rushing to catch the crowded bus, breathing the fragrance of all kinds of human sweat and rushing to work; Feel the prosperity, noise and loneliness of small cities ...

For several days, the "heat wave" of more than 37 degrees ravaged the land of Long Mu Bay, which was even more devastating to people's body and mind. It's sultry and unbearable, and I'm restless and flawless.

When the sun sets, I stroll on the sunset beach in Longmu Bay and look at the calm and boundless sea. A small boat sailed smoothly to the depths of the sea. It is hard to imagine how it overcame the storm and sailed back to the harbor safely in the stormy waves. Life is like a boat sailing in the wind and waves: it tastes the sweetness of sunny days and the hardships of storms; The tears of frustration after experiencing rough setbacks have also harvested the joy of success on the other side!

As the saying goes: a man's responsibility is to shoulder heavy burdens; Fatigue in the middle of the night; Running around; Five (no) methods to pour out bitter water; Six (left) vicissitudes on the face; Obligations of friends and relatives from all directions; 99 (a long time) uneven life; Always working hard for his wife, children and family. Men are really tired!

An accident in September last year, in the days of anxiety, panic and helplessness, spent more than eight months in extreme pain. Looking at the road ahead, darkness and light coexist, just like looking at flowers in the fog and the moon in the water: you can't see through it and you can't tell it apart. It's like being lovelorn: it's parting from sorrow, it's the taste of the heart. Patiently waiting and persisting, I don't know what will happen in the future.

Sunny youth, youthful frivolous dreams, have gradually drifted away, just like the bright moon in the sea, only memories; A person has been wandering in a foreign land for more than 20 years, and the shyness of youth has faded. Cang climbed up the young and old face prematurely. The road he walked, the hurdle he crossed, the bitterness he tasted, the tears he shed, the broken heart, and the wealth of Hua Song's life were deposited in his own experience and sealed in the long river of memory, which became rich materials for poetry and life. What I expect in my heart is: light life, light happiness! What I yearn for and pursue is a quiet and comfortable life. Now I am like a boat in the sea, drifting alone in the vast sea, and I am in danger of sinking at any time. Where is the shelter where I live, work and live?

The road ahead, the next life inn, where will you be?

This is a book full of wisdom. In this book, I found many stories that made me linger. It lets me know that there are so many people who can be strong, careful and confident in life.

The name of the story that impressed me the most was How Good Luck Happened. It taught me a truth: details determine success or failure, and one should form the habit of attaching importance to small things, because some small things can reflect the attitude of doing things. Don't ignore some unimportant little things or details, sometimes these little things or details determine a person's success or failure. Even a trivial action may change a person's life.

I think there are some such people around me in my life, but we haven't found them. They just do it silently, not let others see it, just like our parents.

When reading this book, I feel that as long as we learn from the protagonist in it, we will become popular and wise.

This book selects the exquisite sentiment words written by famous writers or powerful writers in the face of daily life or fate These articles have the clarity of streams, the tranquility of moonlight (and of course the enthusiasm of sunshine). I hope readers can directly touch the AB side of life through paper.

Read this book, it will give you infinite wisdom!

Flowers always have ups and downs. Therefore, flowers cry and petals fly.

In the process of growing up, friendship is a very important part for me. A close friend can give me great comfort. For me, it is the source of my happiness, the spiritual pillar and safe haven when I am injured. I care for it carefully and take care of it. After all, it is like a beautiful flower, but it is delicate and can't stand the wind and rain.

Day after day, I have been taking good care of it. In my eyes, in my heart, it becomes more and more beautiful. It has taken root in my heart. That's it. Here we go. Here we go.

It was a sunny morning and everything was calm. However, all of a sudden, my friends and I had an argument over trivial matters, as if the storm was coming and the flowers in my heart were doing their best to support it. But in the end, the petite flower could not resist the strong storm, and the flower was finally scarred. Flowers, fiasco.

The flower is defeated, the petals are gone, and only the stamen is left. Without support, the flowers cried and the petals flew.

Petals are gone, and I don't know where she is going. I just hope it remembers the glory and beauty we once had.

I just hope she can take care of herself. Fly!

Fly!

We must find a good home, remember, we must blossom and produce the most beautiful and brilliant flowers, just as we used to be perfect!

Yes!

There are always flowers falling in bloom. Although you take care of them in every way, beauty can't stand time and wind and rain after all. One day, it will fail and the petals will leave!

The flower of friendship that bloomed in my heart has already taken root in my heart. Although it has been a fiasco, I will never forget the beauty that once existed and I will never miss it!

In my heart, it will always exist!

Bloom flowers fall sometimes, so the flowers cry and the petals fly.

All good things must come to an end, and we will eventually graduate. I used to think graduation was far from us. Yesterday, I was complaining about when I could graduate, still talking and laughing together, and suddenly I was going my separate ways. What are the chances that we will meet after graduation? How long can we be together?

Talking about graduation is always sad. Graduation means leaving the classmates who have lived together for many years, and there are still many unfinished things in school ... there will definitely be many disappointments. Even if there are more disappointments, we will graduate eventually. Today's parting is for a better reunion tomorrow. When we get together, we laugh, cry and laugh. We are finally together again. Both of them dream of going home. This scene must be beautiful.

But the reality is always cruel. How many people can really realize their dreams after graduation? Goodbye, everyone has been baptized by society and the times. There was no pure happiness before, and they will never dare to do anything as heartless as before. ...

No matter how much we give up, we will eventually graduate. May we still be ruthless when we meet again.