An excerpt from a 3-word American essay.

(1) The sunset is like a dream, climbing the stairs alone

The sunset on the horizon is on the edge of the dream, falling down bit by bit. There is a faint purple in the faint charming red, which renders a beautiful charm and looks forward to the clouds and rolling mountains all over the sky. Fell into a colorful dream.

Sunset is a full watercolor pen, which is lovingly waved on the cheek of the cloud. Clouds, burning, gorgeous. Light red is covered with purples, and deep red is printed with purples. Rolling, soaring. At the edge, it is bright and remarkably smart; In the middle, it is particularly dignified and full of affection. Nearby, layered, virtual and real, such as heavy ink on rice paper, dizzy. In the distance, it is like strips of colored silk, elegant and hazy.

The silent mountain was lit, and the outline gradually became clear. The continuous peak burns orange, which is comparable to the clouds in the sky. In the middle of the mountain, there is a faint blue in the purple, which is very heavy. At the foot of the mountain, the dreamy pale pink clouds blurred a dreamy forest and blurred a poetic cottage.

(2) Dating with Snow

Holding up a flower umbrella, walking on a long road covered with snow, watching the flying snow fluttering, at first, it seemed that it was still a very ordinary encounter with her, and I didn't think much.

I took a palm of snowflake in my hand, and the coolness seeped into my heart. "Snow falls silently only for cold"? A moist feeling that seems to have been stored for a long time comes to mind. Is the snow really silent? Simply put away my umbrella, and suddenly I feel that snowflakes seem to have spirituality. I can't help but rotate for a week. Now I really hope to understand their whispers and their feelings.

what are they talking about?

Remember that snow is the messenger of spring, "Winter is not far away from spring". Are they whispering the message of spring? Remembering that snow is an ancient poem, "There is no snow without spirit, and there is snow without poetry." Is she calling for inspiration? Oh, snow is audible, she announces the message of spring, and she walks lightly with ancient steps; She is great and completely buries all filth; She is selfless, turning herself into a quilt, so that the wheat seedlings can survive the winter safely; She is smart, and different feelings endow her with different spirituality. In the thinking of "is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", Xueer has been inserted into the sky and passed through time and space, and will fly further away. < P > (3) Fairy tales blooming in autumn < P > Autumn rain hits the phoenix tree, dribs and drabs, and high-rise buildings are eager for dusk; The autumn moon reflects the soul of the river, echoing back and forth, and the moonlight soaks into the water. -Inscription

Suddenly began to miss autumn. The autumn wind, the leaves of the pavilion, and the autumn water reverberate and extend to the end of the distant sky. I am a lonely traveler walking along the road of life, following a wisp of beautiful Juan in the unique autumn night, clutching the wheel tracks given to me by years, and moving forward leisurely.

I haven't fallen into such nostalgia for a long time, but those cheerful shadows are always lingering in my mind! Always reminiscing about the dreamy autumn night:

The dead butterflies flying all over the sky are mixed with a touch of night rhyme, and they suddenly stand up and look for the flute, but they linger in this dreamy and confused night! Meet in the autumn night, in the beautiful melody created by God for us, you look back and smile, and complement each other with the clear spring of a spoonful of pool and themoon nine days away, like a dream immersed in a bubble, which makes people think of it and stand still!

(4) continuous thoughts by the sea

At the moment when the plane took off, my mood was very complicated. Because I always yearn for the sky, because someone told me that the blue of the sea is because of the background of the sky.

I sat by the window and glided over the clouds with the plane. You can clearly see the traces left by the plane in the sky. I don't know whether it is pure white in the blue or clear in the white ... The sky above the clouds is not a flaw, so complete and covered with continuous clouds.

Continuous clouds cluster into water, water gathers into rivers, and rivers merge into pieces of sea! Yes, it is the sea, it is an endless sea, it is a surging sea, and it can be vast, beautiful and gentle. It looks very big and magnificent. It will only make people doubt, "maybe I can float on the water in this sea, beautiful and moving." The sea is white, set against the blue sky. What about the blue sea?

The plane took me away from the endless sea, and I had to leave the flawless blue sky! The lingering thoughts of the seaside are soft and floating in my mind!

(5) waves

You come in a hurry and go quietly ...

Once upon a time, you wandered on the soft beach, enjoying the clean touch and the kiss of the river wind. Melancholy, lying on the pebbles, looking up at the blue sky, listening to the birds singing gently, throwing the small bluestone into the rapids with deep sadness, so that the splashing water is decorated with wonderful dreams.

I sat quietly on the beach, watching the snow-white waves safely, calmly thinking about the true meaning of life and savoring the pure life like a dream. The dreams and longings of watching in life are as crystal clear and fascinating as this spray. It awakened my enthusiasm for sleeping for many years and activated my feelings. I am happy. Intoxicated in my little world, I run forward and tighten back from time to time with the waves in front of me.

Now, my thoughts are endless and my heart is full of inexplicable confusion. I really want to go to the river and listen to the guidance of the waves. However, I can't find the former waves, and I can't find the charming beach. My eyes are at a loss ...

(6) Xia Yun

has just arrived in Europe, and girls are eager to wait for a sunny day.

"But in Leuven, summer is like this." They said.

It's cloudy and rainy in Mao Mao. Wear a sweater and hold an umbrella. With luck, there will be one or two sunny days, but with bad luck, it will rain last summer vacation. The leaves on the wet sidewalk turned from green to yellow, and then: "Summer is over!" " They said.

However, she hasn't seen a single cloud yet. Isn't there a small cloud floating across the sky here?

So she threw herself into the crowd alone, and the crowd threw loneliness back at her. However, she didn't have to do this. The summer that belongs to her is not like this. Lying on the green hillside behind her house, there is a slightly drunk south wind, a fusang that is too messy, and golden sunshine all afternoon.

also, the man came quietly to her from the hillside. The clouds in the blue sky are reflected on his slightly upturned young face.

and she could have had this summer.

(7) Autumn Rain

When she graduated from high school, he came to congratulate her.

I took off my white shirt and black skirt and put on a pink dress that my sister made and didn't like to wear. The door of the girls' dormitory became gray behind her.

in the evening, it rained, and they walked in the riverside park. There are still full raindrops in the treetops. When she walked under a tree, she shook the branches by hand, then jumped forward lightly and turned back. He just stood under the tree behind him, and the raindrops spilled all over him. In the halo of the street lamp, she smiled and bent over, and he also giggled.

Six years later, it was also a drizzly afternoon, and I walked out of a circular church in the new town of Freiburg. After the mass, the Swiss called friends and left hip-hop. Being a guest in Europe and even more so in Switzerland, she once again went home alone. Red-brown high-heeled shoes stepped on the red-brown fallen leaves. At a corner, a clump of low branches brushed her shoulder, and the rain beads on the whole tree were all over her. She couldn't help but think of something and stopped.

When she returned to the Riverside Park in Yuanshan, it was six years later. The young tree had grown into a graceful canopy, and she had also become a young woman, and the pink dress had gone somewhere.

ah! Time flies.

(8) Winter Snow

After her marriage, her considerate husband gave her a angola cat.

When her husband went to the lab, she sat in the long window and painted, and the cat sat quietly on the windowsill with her. Many times, she just holds a brush and stares out of the window. Under the gray sky, it is Brussels that she dreamed of a few years ago. At that time, she wanted nothing but to fly away, but now, the young woman wants nothing but to smell the fragrance of the south again. What kind of arrangement is this?

But one day, the sky is getting darker and darker. Finally, it snows. The cat lightly jumps on the windowsill, holds its head high through the glass to meet the falling snowflakes, and then its eyes follow it to rotate and fall. Then he looked up at the other piece and followed them with rapt attention. Its still black figure and dancing white snowflakes lined the big and bright glass, creating a kind of aesthetic feeling that is only pure sketch.

She stopped her brush and held her breath. It suddenly dawned on her that if she could go home one day, she might miss this moment again.

and it happened like this.

(9) Chun Lei

Holding an umbrella, she entered the classroom and began her first class after returning to China. She thought she would see a group of strange faces.

However, after she stepped onto the platform and calmed down, she saw dozens of radiant faces, dozens of faces full of longing and longing as before, dozens of her ...

Outside the window, the first thunder of spring rang, and she picked up the chalk. She was eager to grasp this feeling. How can I make myself understand that what I am looking for is in my hometown. How can we make another generation of "her" understand that she should not take a road arranged by her foolish self again?

How can we let them know what a beautiful spring they could have?

(1) Tea fields in mountain villages

Tea fields in mountain villages, with thousands of mountains filled with dais, are shrouded in mist and bathed in green waves. The mountain, so high, overlooks the vast sky, like a sand pier in the misty sea. The spring, so clear, with its rushing sound and the rhythm of high mountains and streams, made the girl in the mountain village have long hair and bare pink skin.

Gu Teng guards the greenery of tea fields and hides the joyful laughter of tea farmers. Layers of tea fields show the infinite vitality endowed by nature. In the green sea waves, tea-picking girls are stepping on broken steps, gorgeous dresses are flying in the wind, sweet songs are echoing in the mountains, the vast tea fields are fresh and smart, and the clouds are empty and high in the sky.

Like fog, rain and wind, it's fascinating to see the mystery that can't be understood enough!

It is the serenity of "colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy" to be far away from the city and walk in a world full of tea fragrance. Sip a fresh Shan Lan to moisten the heart and lungs; How pleasant it is to taste a cup of fragrant tea and wash away worldly troubles.

Walking into a 1,-mu tea field is like walking into the world of Huaguoshan, and walking into the Peach Blossom Garden of "I don't know who has Han, regardless of Wei and Jin Dynasties". A trickle washes away the hair of the mountain. When the fruit is ripe, there are even more heavy fruits dedicated in front of the mountain. When you are tired, have a rest, see the mountain, smell it, think about people, talk about things, and have no hardening and melancholy at heart ...

Stick to the grass slope of the tea field and listen to the heartbeat of the earth; Caress the trees in the tea field and cherish good wishes; Taste the fragrance of tea inserted into the field and let your body and mind get tired; Clouds blowing in the tea fields, flying with colorful butterflies ...

(11) Liang Zhu

Hands up, the piano rings.

an ancient love, flowing through time and space, is like a girl from absolute beauty, drifting from far and near.

Wandering silently in front of the window, let the excitement rest in loneliness. I dare not expect too much, lest I disturb the butterfly with low appeal.

butterflies seem to come from Xishuangbanna, playing on the two strings, layer upon layer.

the sound of books and butterflies slowly flowed from the strings. The palace in the sky, I don't know what year it was.

a thin roll of love, chewed over and over, full of bitterness, swims between lips and teeth.

A thunderous thunder shattered the feud, gathering and scattering. Once the oath was blown down by the gust of wind and fell into the space where life and death were buried.

a solitary grave, standing alone, opens a long yearning.

the wind roared. The rain cries.

Butterfly suddenly fled desperately, probably awakened by a series of roaring tears, staring at me with frightened eyes and looking at history.

heartbroken. Broken string. There is only a lingering sound.

people are drunk, so are dreams. How many people's souls are drunk? Getting drunk is the beauty of a thousand years.

The passionate butterfly is unwilling to leave, still waiting in the memory, weaving everlasting lingering and sad beauty.

Who left the most classic page in the history of love?

(12) Ambush on all sides

The cold wind is rustling and the cold rain is sad.

Sandy waved his hand and the bright moon in Qin dynasty reflected a distant story.

1, troops galloped through skilled fingers. Jinge iron horse, sword and shadow. The last fight for hegemony between Chu and Han quietly kicked off, which was thrilling.

In fact, as early as in Hongmen, Fan Ceng said, "The vertical shaft is insufficient and the plan is insufficient", and all the endings have already been doomed.

The fighting is fading away, and the shouting is getting more and more ethereal.

three thousand miles across the country, in an instant, was surrounded by a short line of defense.

Surrounded by enemies, like needles, like cones, I stabbed my chest with blood boiling.

The overlord of the West Chu waved a long sword and heaved a deep sigh: What is the danger?

The lofty sentiments that once lifted the mountains and filled the world with pride have long since disappeared. Tears hanging in the corner of my eyes are crystal clear. Thunder and lightning, crying and crying.

Facing the surging water of Wujiang River, the elders in Jiangdong will sigh forever.

the winner is a prince, and the loser is a thief. History is always history.

Autumn wind tore the wounds of the years, and tears broke the strings. Clashing music

, to a screeching halt.

The audience in the afternoon fell into deep meditation:

Who wrote this thousand-year regret?

(13) The second spring reflects the moon

The waning moon is like a knife, and the night is like ink

The fingers like firewood caress the wet and heavy Hu Xian

The bumpy condensation of life

Like spring water gurgling through the fingers

A moon blanket gently

covers the heart shrouded in darkness

and walks alone.

in the hearts of the audience, time is like a trace, life is like a dream

like the moonlight flooding the eyes of the players and listeners

Let the once-withered hope

burn under the friction of moonlight

A piece of string rhyme with three folds and nine folds is accompanied by

Dawn piercing the thin veil of the night

(14) High mountains and flowing water

A mountain and a river.

Sitting on the floor, with his hands paddling at will, Qingshan hugs the fiddler to avoid the world of mortals, the noise, and begins to sing.

Memory is still spinning in impetuousness, and the gurgling water has begun to lick the eardrum clearly.

quiet and indifferent, extremely elegant.

The elegant player gently fingered dexterously in the water, and seven heartstrings sang rhythmically with the green water, singing a delicate charm and a tranquil spirituality.

A benevolent person enjoys Leshan, while a wise person enjoys water. The so-called bosom friend means that the two people are connected with each other's hearts. A gentle touch will produce a wonderful vibration.

aloof and free-spirited, the player with his eyes closed slightly fills the audience in the original picture of the flowing water of the small bridge.

what kind of music will be played as the heart stays.

My feet walked between Xiushan and Lishui, and I didn't want to go ashore for a long time, but my heart crossed just visiting, looking for the footsteps of my bosom friend.

Fish need water, birds need nests, and people need bosom friends.

A bosom friend is like an eagle's wings, with a broken wing.