These cotton wadding are the seeds of weeping willows along the lake. They carry the thoughts of willows and fly with the wind. No worries, no obstacles, just floating and rolling, just like singing and dancing, very uncomfortable. White catkins floating in the wind, large and small, bulging and dancing in the air gently. They touch the body of pedestrians at will, whether it is the delicate and smooth skin of a girl or the wrinkled skin of an old man. Kiss on your cheek and linger on the tip of your hair; Hanging on your eyelashes, sticking to the corner of your mouth, only when there is no wind can she play enough and float leisurely on the earth, lakes and grass. They are like naughty children, pestering adults to be naughty; They are like free spirits, coming and going freely and shuttling freely. Even when they reached the ground, they rolled, whirled and jumped with the wind, doing their best to play.

Catkin, which blooms from a shell smaller than a grain, tries its best to make itself fluffy and fluffy again, jumping out of the dark brown package, revealing a white and light body, which permeates a purity and shows an ethereal spirit in lightness. There are no angular edges, only silver threads like catkins, which seem to be absent. Perhaps only in this way can we easily hold together with other catkins and become bigger and more tolerant; It can be easily blown away by the wind, becoming smaller and drifting wider.

Looking at Liuhu Road, there are flying catkins everywhere in the air, which makes the lake scenery beautiful. On the roadside, there are catkins that jump like floating clouds, making pedestrians like fairyland; On the other hand, a layer of white thick surface floats on the lake, as if it were a white jacquard pattern on green brocade. Tourists, like weaving, together with catkins have become the scenery of this April day.

Excerpts of 500 words from beautiful prose (2)

There is a vast sea of people. How many people envy, how many people linger on the glory of the stars holding the moon, the bustling streets, the cozy banquets, or the romance of spring clouds and summer rain side by side, or the enrichment of meeting an old friend in another country, mountains and flowing water, and the glitz of wandering in the communication field and going back and forth in the romantic pavilion ...

However, the light of dreams can't always split the shadow of the dark night, and the short flower season will eventually wither away. The wine in the cups and cups can't pour away the worries in the heart, and people will walk away when they raise their glasses frequently. Therefore, in the noisy market and in the quiet countryside, a unique state of mind-loneliness will often enter everyone's heart.

Loneliness is not the departure of a lonely goose in autumn, it is the direction of a young eagle spreading its wings and gestating the flight of the Ming Dynasty. It is a meditation of life.

Loneliness is not the golden yellow flowers swaying in spring, it is a strong grass, looking for rooted soil. That's a demonstration of life.

Loneliness is not the scattered floating catkins in autumn, but the seeds that sprout quietly at the end of the cold in spring, which is a kind of life force.

Loneliness is not living in a closet, building a car behind closed doors, but opening up a pure land where you work hard at your desk, talk with words, and chew the ups and downs of life. That is the cultivation of the soul and a taste of life. Loneliness is not a white cloud drifting in the blue sky, but a snowflake falling to the ground, revealing indifferent thoughts in the dry soil. It is a calm mind and a lonely and clean ethics.

Loneliness is a pine in a busy city. It is a deep regret to be used to watching the vicissitudes of life and the cycle of years but no one talks about it.

Loneliness is a cold plum that has been attacked by the weather. It disdains to compete with flowers, but it is an indomitable mind and a silent commitment.

Loneliness is the sentimental soul under the lonely lamp. Although I look through the autumn water, I always miss the letter paper, which is a kind of deep helplessness and broken love.

Loneliness is a cup of tea to sober up after people are exhausted, a real loneliness after eliminating noise, and a taste of life.

Loneliness is a space to chew people's flattery or advice, and it is a rare leisure in life.

Loneliness is that although you have a lot of friends, you often live alone and taste a lingering sorrow, which is a kind of trauma in life.

Loneliness, like happiness, is also an experience of life, but also a feeling of life ...

Excerpts of 500 Words from Beautiful Prose (3)

When people's veins are full of various kinds of soft drinks, it seems that there is no trace of a cup of fragrant teas flowing poetically like mountains and rivers.

When people dye their hair in a frizzy and colorful way, it seems that everyone forgot that they had a beautiful black hair.

When people start to wear thin clothes, even "naked" and grotesque, it seems that maverick has become the label of the times. The implicit beauty of our ancestors gradually gave way to fashion dress.

When people walk by car and enter a new era of electric motors with four wheels, it seems that few people stroll under the moon, enjoy while walking, and feel the warmest embrace under the neon of the city. It seems that no one measures the land under their feet with their feet and feels the weight of life and the thickness of nature.

When people set up the whole global village by e-mail, short messages and videos, and netted this huge city, it seems that people have lost the expectation and hope of sending plum blossoms. The swan goose flew by without any anxiety or desire to wait. Close at hand and at the end of the world lost the weight like life and death.

When people began to eat New Year's Eve in restaurants and the family gathered in the noisy hotel lobby, people didn't seem to find that there was a lack of closeness and a lack of crowded warmth. Without busy preparations, there will be less warm words to help each other. Without the sonorous symphony of pots and pans, I listened to the "taste" of the New Year. It's just a meal, so why do people who travel far away have to rush back?

When people watch a series of talent shows such as "Fast Girl" and "Fast Man" with relish in front of TV, the magic of fashion banishes traditional Chinese opera and folk music from people's ears.

When there are only some grandiose and false "youth literature" left in people's hands, Haizi's tears become their treasures to show off their "erudition". And those souls about life and love are lost in the yellowed paper by the huge commercial wave.

When people no longer have the habit of reading classics, will the world (m.taiks.com) illuminated by fashion be thoroughly bright?

We are immersed in the tide of fashion without hesitation.

We, too, are staying away from the sandy shore paved by the beauty of classic traditions without hesitation. We can only struggle helplessly.

Taste fashion, but there is a trace of bitterness. I don't know if it is a tear shed by our increasingly empty mind in the future.