600 character essays with descriptions.

Snow by Lu Xun

The rain in warm countries has never turned into cold, hard and brilliant snowflakes. Well-informed people think he is dull, and he himself thinks it is unfortunate. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely moist and beautiful; it is the message of youth that is still vague, and it is the skin of an extremely strong virgin. In the snowy fields, there are blood-red camellias, single-petaled plum blossoms with hints of green in the white, and dark yellow bell-shaped wintersweet flowers; there are also cold green weeds under the snow. There were indeed no butterflies; whether bees came to gather nectar from camellias and plum blossoms, I can’t remember exactly. But before my eyes I seem to see winter flowers blooming in the snowy fields, with many bees flying busily, and I can hear them humming.

The children held their little hands, which were red from the cold and looked like purple buds of ginger, and seven or eight of them came together to shape the Snow Arhat. Because it didn't work out, someone's father also came to help. The Arhat was molded to be much taller than the children. Although it was just a small pile at the top and a big one at the bottom, it was hard to tell whether it was a gourd or an Arhat. However, it was very white and bright, and was cemented with its own moisture, making it sparkle all over. The earth produces light. The children used longan cores to make eyeballs for him, and stole rouge from someone's mother's makeup package to smear on his lips. This time he was indeed a great Arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.

The next day, several children came to visit him; he clapped, nodded, and laughed. But at last he sat alone. Sunny days came to clear up his skin again, and cold nights made his skin freeze again, turning it into an uncomfortable crystal shape; the continuous sunny days made him look like nothing again, and the rouge on his mouth also faded away.

However, after the snowflakes in Shuofang are flying, they will always be like powder and sand. They will never stick to each other and stay on the house, the ground, or the withered grass, that's it. The snow on the house has already melted because of the warmth of the fire that lives in the house. In addition, under a clear sky, when a whirlwind suddenly comes, it flies vigorously and shines brightly in the sunlight, like a fog containing flames, spinning and rising, filling the space; making the space spin and rise.

In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, what is shining and rotating is the spirit of rain...

Yes, that is lonely snow, it is death. The rain is the spirit of rain.

January 18, 1925.

Holly flowers

For many springs, I have been watching holly flowers bloom. Many times, I always break off a small spike of holly when it blooms, quietly bring it to my nose, and repeatedly smell its faint fragrance.

I admit that I don’t pay attention to what the holly flower will look like when it declines. Maybe it is very sad, maybe it is also very heroic?

Spring is coming, and the air is warm and pleasant. During my free time at work, I walked on a green grassland, read a book, and thought.

Looking at the streets of the small town, I always feel that it has been so deserted, lonely and chilling for a long time. It seems like nothing special will happen today, I was thinking. However, curious eyes are still looking forward to finding something on that deserted street.

Everything is the same as before, except for some sparse figures, the most conspicuous thing is the holly flowers blooming in the spring!

A tree that was unknown in the past, I passed by it many times without paying attention, but today it draws my attention from a distance. Just like us humans, when someone is sweating silently and struggling silently around us, who does it attract attention? It was only when he became a blockbuster that we realized that he already had an innate beauty. Therefore, Bole, who is good at discovering beauty, cannot help but awe us!

There is also a row of holly trimmed like a brick next to me, but it is evergreen all year round and does not bloom. The holly tree beside the street grows freely, never being trimmed by scissors or scratched by the gardener's fingers. Seen from a distance, it looks very much like the hair of an old woman. The snow-white hair is spread down, and there is a hint of wildness in the flow.

The holly flowers are blooming, blooming thickly and tightly, as if going to the market, every branch is vying for the first place.

Maybe there are too many flowers in bloom, one ear after another, bending the branches.

Staring at it from a distance, you can vaguely smell the fragrance.

In terms of beauty and richness, holly flowers cannot be ranked high. Its flower buds are like grains of off-white sand, white and yellowish. The balls are delicate and pink, revealing a burst of vitality. The blooming petals are also as small as a grain of millet. If you look closely, you will find that the holly flowers are white with light yellow, and the light yellow hides the tender grass green. Whether it's white, yellow, or green, it all seems to have been washed by morning dew, making it look moist, bright, warm, sweet, and fragrant.

It is not a beautiful lady among flowers, but a small family jasper.

It doesn’t like heavy makeup, but loves light makeup; it also doesn’t like to publicize it, but hide it deeply. It uses its delicate fragrance to attract bees and butterflies, and it also uses its implicit beauty to win people's favor, admiration, and admiration.

On the campus of my former middle school, I discovered it by chance while passing by, and it was in a relatively quiet and inaccessible corner. It can be regarded as a coincidence. I never thought it would bloom before this. Because in our consciousness, we often see them in perfect rows, square or round, trimmed perfectly by gardeners in the courtyard.

But I like holly trees that have not been trimmed, and I also like holly flowers. I like it to spread a touch of tranquility alone in a corner that is not known to others, and to dedicate the most beautiful moment of my life in the spring without any regrets. It is carefree and does not deliberately live a vigorous life, but seeks the innocence and tranquility in life.

"The Most Precious Gift"

Every time I turn on the TV and watch a TV show, that unforgettable memory seems to be right in front of me.

During the summer vacation in the second semester of the fourth grade, the weather was very hot. I was sitting in the living room and watching Huairou on-demand. I happened to see someone watching cartoons on demand. When I saw the most exciting part, the on-demand time was up. It's really annoying. I thought to myself: "This on-demand station is too short and really unsatisfying." After thinking about it, I had an idea in my mind: "Yes, I have it, I have it, that's it..."

So, I walked quickly to the phone, picked up the phone and dialed the number. Suddenly, I thought in my heart: "This won't work. What if my mother finds out!?" I suddenly put the phone on. Later, I thought again and again: "As long as I don't tell, how could my mother know?" This time, I didn't hesitate anymore, I boldly sat in front of the TV, clicked and watched, I felt so happy, it was so enjoyable. So cool.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed. I don’t know how many times I have made on-demand calls. I have become addicted to TV, but my mother still hasn’t noticed. Everything is really calm at home.

One day, my mother came back from paying the phone bill and said to me angrily: "Look, look, what's going on? Is it a good thing you did?" "No... …no…not me,” I stammered. "No! Then tell me, there are so many information calls, the phone bill is almost 400, who made the calls?" Mom said in a serious tone. At this time, I realized that I had spent several months talking just for my own pleasure. No wonder I was so angry. I felt that if I kept hiding it any longer, I would only be asking for trouble, so I had to admit it. Immediately, my tears moistened my face. Eye-framed, regretful: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Seeing that I admitted my mistake, my mother's tone became much softer: "I don't blame you for how much money you spent on the phone, but I care about your attitude. Be honest and don't lie. Be a man and a real man. You must dare to do what you do. You have to remember this. From now on, no matter how many wrong things you do, as long as you realize it and change it, you will be a good boy. Do you understand? "Okay." "Okay, it's all over now, don't cry, just do your own thing."...

I understand after this phone bill incident. You must be an honest and trustworthy person. No matter what mistakes you have made, as long as you have the courage to admit your mistakes, you are an honest person.

Perhaps, this is the most "precious gift" my mother gave me!

No one cheers

Life without anyone cheers is like a path without the fragrance of flowers.

The game of life often starts like this: on both sides are the cheers of friends cheering, and behind you are the concerned eyes of relatives. Most of our lives grow up in the praise and applause of our relatives and friends, which is the source of happiness in our growth process.

However, since we want to move forward, one day we will be far away from the shouting range of friends and out of the sight of relatives. When you walk alone in the wilderness, can you withstand the loneliness and pain?

Even after your staggering figure, there are countless slanders and ridicules, can you still hold on? The beach allows the surging waves to calmly recede, leaving some pearls and shells behind, because of its openness and broad-mindedness.

How do those lives that are only accustomed to the prosperous spring bloom through the winter when the flowers wither? How can those people who are supported and cheered by stars like stars, not endure loneliness and neglect, accumulate a life atmosphere of confidence and calmness in difficult situations?

Loneliness and pain test the elasticity of life, making people more truly feel the hardness of life and the toughness of spirit. The maximum value of our lives is obtained through this kind of endurance and endurance, rather than being measured by the applause of others.

Applause is people's sincere praise for those people and things that shine with the brilliance of truth, goodness and beauty. It is the reaction of people's inner cries to the highlights of human nature. Heartfelt applause is indeed a cane that can support people with low self-esteem and frailty moving forward. But in this impetuous era, many cheers become casual greetings or polite comfort. There is even some flattering spiritual bribery. Just as too much bubbles can only suffocate people without lifting them up, cheap applause and unwarranted cheers always make people who are intoxicated slow down their fast pace.

In fact, for ordinary lives like us, it doesn’t matter whether we can win the applause of others, as long as most people can tolerate and accept you in the environment of our own survival and living; a small number of people Being able to treat you well and like you; having so many people who care about you and truly love you is a happy life.

Those who concentrate on walking may ignore the many beautiful scenery along the way, but they can clearly understand where they are taking each step. They don't care whether the trek is filled with flowers. For these people who really deserve to be applauded, applause has become a nuisance to the scenery.

The dawn does not arrive because of the rooster's crow, and the flowers do not become fragrant because of people's praise.

No one cheers, but we still move forward high-spirited. Without applause, we sang just as religiously.