The more beautiful sentences (from extracurricular books) you want to extract in high school, the better.

1. The wind sweeps across the water, leaving ripples; Sunshine, through the clouds, leaving a trace of warmth; Years, through the Woods, leave rings ... So, my friend, what should we leave behind when we walk on the big stage of the times? We should leave the pride of youth and the footprints of dreams; We want to leave our true self, our individuality, our interpretation with no regrets, and our bright stars!

2. Beauty: Still life is the beauty of solidification, and moving scenery is the beauty of flow; Straight line is smooth beauty, curve is euphemistic beauty; A noisy city is a prosperous beauty, and a quiet country is an elegant beauty. There is beauty everywhere in life, as long as you have a pair of eyes to find beauty and a heart to feel beauty.

If you have a bright light in your heart, you won't get lost, you can refuse darkness and timidity, have a bright mood, a belief in winning, and an open mind ... There is a small window in your heart, and bright sunshine shines in. Drink some warm stories, and there is a free breeze to invite some flowers or white clouds. The heart has strings, even if the guests go to tea to cool down, there are still songs playing slowly, and there are still osmanthus trees full of bosom friends turning into wine.

Candle has a heart, so it can cry and inject sparkling light waves into the world; Willow has a heart, so it can bow its head and meditate, and it can bring sober green to the sleeping earth. Flowers have a heart, so they can float out the fragrance of youth in the sun.

5 beauty, can be in the resplendent palace, beside the bombed bridge, in the fragrant flowers, or in the candlelight beating with the wind; Beauty can be found in the extraordinary statue of Venus, and also in the laughter of that ordinary girl. Life and death are two worlds, but beauty can shine on the edge of life and death. This is the power of life-the ultimate beauty of life.

Those who can be defeated must really live. Lin Daiyu broke up because of her unforgettable love; San Mao's breaking stems from her understanding and detachment at that moment of vicissitudes. Van Gogh's "Break" is the sharp pain of the sun in the light with a golden knife, while Beethoven's "Break" is a tragic movement in which black and white keys hits life with great spirituality. If the breaking of ordinary people reveals the purest and most beautiful light of human nature, then the breaking of these excellent souls, like a silver pear flower, permeates the sky above us.

7. Life is like a bunch of flowers. Only by careful observation can you see its beauty. Life is like a cup of green tea. Only by savoring it carefully can we enjoy the real taste. We should learn philosophy of life from failure, success and life.

8. Life is a blooming flower, beautiful, stretching and colorful; Life is a beautiful poem, fresh and smooth, with a long meaning; Life is wonderful music, with harmonious melody and melodious melody; Life is a flowing river, running endlessly and rolling forward.

9. Life is like a flower, colorful; Life is like a song, beautiful; Life is like wine, mellow; Life is like a poem, with profound artistic conception and colorful. 10. Life is a wise elder and life is a learned teacher. It often turns the spring breeze into rain, silently moistens everything, points out the direction for us and enlightens our lives.

1 1. The beauty of life is always displayed in her enterprising spirit; Just like the beauty of a big tree, it is displayed in its vigorous vitality. The beauty like an eagle is manifested in its soaring like the soul of heaven; Just like the beauty of a river, it is displayed in its turbulent rapids.

12. Life is beautiful and short. Some people are lonely, some people are colorful, and different people have different life pursuits; Life is a one-way street with no return journey, and everyone uses all his time to move forward.

13. Life is to face the reality with a smile and look over the obstacles to the future; Life is to cut green branches on the road of life with scissors of the mind; When faced with confusion or darkness, life is a bright and smiling lantern in the depths of the soul.

14. Life is like a mountain. What matters is not its height, but its beauty. Life is like a rain, what matters is not its size, but its timeliness.

15. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that doesn't need to look at other people's faces and colors, an atmosphere that finally no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the hubbub, an extreme indifference that washes away, and a heavy and unobtrusive height.

16. Life is like a book, with many wonderful details and few boring words; Life is like a song, with more high-spirited melodies and less sad notes; Life is like a painting, with more bright colors and less gloomy tones.

17. Life is an encyclopedia, covering everything; Life is a lyre, playing multiple beautiful melodies: life is a flying horse clock, well wound, people will get a concentrated life.

18. The road of life is long and colorful, just like sailing on the sea on the horizon, sometimes it is calm; But sometimes there are storms and it is difficult to drive. But as long as the lighthouse in our hearts is not extinguished, we can continue to sail along our own route. The road of life is long and colorful: I learned to laugh in the sun, and I learned to be strong in the clouds; I cling to hope in the gale, and I cling to ideal in the rainstorm; When I stood at the midpoint and looked back, I walked out of a life path that belonged to me.

19 I can't remember how many nights it slipped through my fingers when I was leafing through the paper; I can't remember how many candles turned to ashes under my gaze. After death, I will always hear the echo of my commitment to life, and feel that the flow of years is gradually diluting my youth and ignorance. I wish I were a clockwound clock, keeping every moment of my enrichment in the flow day and night.

20. If human beings don't protect the earth on which we live, one day, raging sandstorms and accumulated garbage will engulf our beautiful home. I appeal to people all over the world: let's start from now on and work together to protect and build our home!

2 1, the so-called "learning the sea is endless". We are like flocks of fish jumping and frolicking in the vast ocean of knowledge, born, growing and living in the ocean of knowledge. We can't live without this sea water. If you jump out of this ocean and live on land, you will be killed by the ruthless sun.

10, life is a blank sheet of paper, and each of us is a painter of various pens; Life is also a long road, with no end in sight, and each of us is a hiker on the road of life; Life is still like a magical land, and each of us is a cultivator with farm tools; But life is more like a difficult book, and each of us is a tireless reader.

13, "How difficult is it to develop talents" was once defined as a law. Please see: Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote Li Sao; Sima Qian was imprisoned and wrote historical records; Ouyang Xiu lost his father at the age of two and became a gifted scholar. Cao Xueqin ate porridge for his family and wrote the immortal Dream of Red Mansions. Gou Jian, the King of Yue, was lying on the credit book in an attempt to wash away the national humiliation. Han Xin was humiliated by his legs and commanded millions of male soldiers ... who all became great men in the struggle against adversity!

16, once brilliant, once withered, is this your life till death do us part? My dear mother-nature. How many times, I fell on the ground and listened to your heavy pulse; How many times have I stood in front of the mountain and felt the vastness of Songtao for thousands of years? Your grandeur is enough to make the Chinese nation take off; Your selflessness has composed a moving and eternal song. 19, because of my self-confidence, I took the first step in my life with my tender legs when I was learning English. Because of self-confidence, I hold high the first prize certificate again and again; Because of my self-confidence, I cut off my flowing long hair and showed my style on the sports field ... Thanks to my self-confidence, it gave me a pair of wings to fly in the thunder and lightning and fight life in the wind and rain! 37. Life is like a river, magnificent and endless. There is also a breeze in Xu Lai, and the water waves are stagnant; Life is like a song, with joyful notes and tragic melody. Life is like a boat, with smooth sailing and rapids. May we all bravely withstand the baptism of the storm and accept the challenges and tests of life! 39. Faith is the pillar of high-rise buildings. Without it, it's just a pile of scattered bricks. Faith is the bed of a surging river. Without it, there is only a tidal wave. Faith is the beacon of blazing fire. Without it, there is only a cold firewood. Faith is the main engine of ocean-going ships. Without it, there is only a paralyzed giant frame. 42。 If life is a solemn castle, if life is a lush tree, if life is a flying seabird. Then, faith is the pillar of the dome, the deeply rooted root and the fluttering wings. Without faith, there is no motivation for life; Without faith, the beauty of life will disappear. 46. Love is a piece of sunshine that shines in winter, which makes people who are poor and sick feel the warmth of the world; Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people. 49. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that does not need to look at other people's faces and colors, an atmosphere that eventually no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the hustle and bustle, an extreme indifference that washes away, a thickness that does not need to be told, and a height that is not steep. 50, love, sometimes do not need a vow of eternal love, but she must need meticulous care and demand; Sometimes I don't need the tragic love of Liang Zhu and become a butterfly, but she must need tacit understanding and tacit understanding; Love sometimes doesn't need to be followed by a man and a woman, but she must need mutual care, support and understanding. 5 1, smile, sing the song of life, don't complain that life has brought too many hardships, and don't complain that life has too many twists and turns. The sea has lost its grandeur without the rolling of huge waves; The desert has lost its splendor without the wild dance of flying sand. If life only wants two points and one line of smooth sailing, life will lose its meaning of existence. 52. Even though youth is a delicate and charming flower, I understand that a solitary flower is never spring, and spring should be a colorful world. Even if youth is a tree with a mighty land, I understand that unique trees will never be tall and straight, and rows of trees are the green Great Wall. Even though youth is a lonely sail in the sea, I also understand that it is difficult to sail with lonely sails, and the competition in Qian Fan is spectacular. 53. Life is not "digestion". It does not accept blandness, but only collects beautiful things. She is a complete process, a serial. Whether she succeeds or fails, she won't leave a blank behind you. Life is not a rehearsal. If you don't walk well, you can start all over again. She will never give you a second chance. If you walk past it, you can't turn back. 58, tolerance, is a kind of generosity, can be selfless and fearless, unrestrained, dust-free. Tolerance is an open mind, a broader mind than the ocean and the sky, and a superposition, continuation and sublimation of broadness and generosity. Tolerance, tolerance is priceless, and tolerance towards others is the basic law of life. 64. If you only see the black spots of the sun, your life will lack warmth; If you only see the shadow of the moon, it is difficult to find light in your life; If you always find the shortcomings of your friends, it will be difficult for you to find a bosom friend in your life journey; Similarly, if you always want to be perfect, assuming that your wish can really come true, then your biggest shortcoming is that you have no shortcomings. 66. The moon is full of ups and downs, people have joys and sorrows, and life is ever changing. There are four seasons in a year. In the long night, you can see the dawn, you can have suffering, you can have happiness, you can endure the cold winter, you can look forward to the new year without being dormant. 68. Perhaps the misfortune of fate is destined to crush your colorful dreams; Perhaps the ruthlessness of heaven and earth will eventually put down their day-to-day efforts, or perhaps many incomprehensible but real obstacles and setbacks have already turned high-spirited struggles and unyielding attacks into sadness and loneliness, so please reflect on yourself in suffering! 70. Every drop of water reflects a colorful world, every pair of eyes is embedded in a colorful world, and every melodious stream shines with the brilliance of beauty. Don't sigh the world's helplessness, look at the world's prosperity and colorful with a good mood, and savor the beauty everywhere! We need a fire to keep warm when it is covered with snow and ice. When the night is boundless, we need a little starlight to keep warm; When the future is boundless, we need a navigation light to keep warm ... In the four seasons, what we can't filter out is worry and sadness, and what we can't get rid of is hardship and pain. In cold weather, what should we use to warm ourselves standing in the wind? Leave some sincerity to keep yourself warm! 75, a secluded path, twists and turns will always arouse the yearning for relaxation; Huge waves can make a thrilling sound when the tide rises and falls; A story, but there is sadness in sadness; A kind of life, ups and downs, China showed the grandeur that shocked the world. 77. Youth is the flower in March, the sunny rain in July and the red leaves in October; It is the rising sun of the spray, the hundred ge of competition, and the eagle fighting the sky; It is playing the strings of joy, it is a bumpy stream running all the way to the sea, it is a tall and straight trunk, stretching lush green, warmly embracing the blue sky. 4. When Jane Eyre said, "We are equal, I am not a machine without feelings", I learned my self-esteem as a woman; When petofi said, "Throw both when you have time", I understood the value of being a human being. When Mr. Lu Xun said, "If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence", I know that people should have the spirit of resistance. When Browning said, "Take away love and the world will become a grave", I understood the importance of giving love to others. 6. What is happiness? Happiness is the face of fruit farmers looking at the fruits covered with branches in the orchard, the touching smiling faces of students in the classroom looking forward to the future, the new eyebrows of scientists in the laboratory, and the tears of athletes looking up at the national flag Ran Ran on the podium. Happiness is the crystallization of struggle and a monument to hard work. 7. How can we know the value of sunshine avenue without going through rough and muddy difficulties? How can you appreciate the loveliness of sunny days without experiencing snowy nights? How can we feel the joy of victory and success without experiencing the test of setbacks and hardships? It is not easy to be frustrated and hate you ... 9. Some people say that happiness is a mixture of delicacies in star-rated hotels; Some people say that happiness is dancing in a high-end ballroom and moving melody; Some people say that happiness is riding an Audi and a BMW in a crowded street; It is also said that happiness is to stay in the secret room and count stacks of hundred-dollar bills; However, I want to say: having these doesn't necessarily mean really having happiness! 1. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart. 2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, those who feel hungry must melt away, those who feel urgent must be efficient, and those who feel crisis must make rapid progress. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused. 4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and full of thoughts. The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves. 6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? 7. If you want to harvest fruits in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and tirelessly open up wasteland, sow seeds and cultivate until the day of harvest. 8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence. 9. Love is the sunshine in winter. People who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world. Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately. 10, days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn, and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory. 1 1, the melancholy mood vanished. 12, faded memory. 13, another peaceful home is smoking. 14, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like flowing water across the golden age. 15, I want to melt in the pink peach petals and erase the worries in your heart all day. 16, I completely read my parents' hearts. 17, maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out. 18, when the yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind and floating out of the school gate in late autumn. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour. 19, the true feelings in the world are like a big net, which warms people's hearts all the time, just like maternal love, which is endless. 20. Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people. 2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing that life can make you young and innocent. 22. Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite ups and downs and full of regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars. If you fail in life, please don't write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business. 25. The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and looked at my elderly mother under the lamp ... 26. Wind, clouds, rain, wind floating in my heart, a cool feeling. June breeze blows, knocking down degraded memories, refreshing, from fingertips to the bottom of my heart. The stiff body swings with the wind when standing. The leaves are dancing gently, the rustling sound is fascinating, people are moved by warmth and the rhythm of loud voice. I gently shed my sweat stains, looked for the worries of the past few years, and sent myself clearly into vague memories. The wind is a ship from the clouds, full of childhood longing, changing the mind of the water side. So we came to the place where there was water, reflecting the reflection of the wind, but we couldn't catch it, and any trace of melancholy disappeared in the smoke. The wind blows the ripples on the water surface and stretches in the pure sight. Dancing gently and gracefully in the waves, intoxicated and overturned in the humid air. Clothes become messy in wanton enjoyment, like an uncontrollable mood. Will clear sadness, floating in the wind, condensed into a piece of white paper, calling for the echo of innocence, leaving heavy creases, turning into a paper plane, flying in the place where the wind is the road just visited. The curved arc in the air is a smile, a cry and an unfinished dream. When the paper plane glides round and round, my thoughts also roam in the ever-lasting temperature. When the plane slowly falls, the memory is shattered in the waves, and the wish hidden in the wind is still lingering melancholy. The disappointment of the wind lies in the clouds. The wind said, I often envy the clouds because they are white and floating in my heart. Clouds, white floating in my heart. Clouds, floating around, dancing with the wind, bring my blessings to the blue sky together. I'm looking for a white dream, which is light and soft and the cradle of charm. I watched and ran until I reached the other side of the mountain. It is still so close and so far away from me, and I am confused and disappointed. I don't know whether I should keep running or wait on the edge of watching. How can the beauty of cotton wool not be envied? How can its ever-changing figure not be fascinating? The sun shines on it, and it covers its face with its body, so its soft lines turn golden again. Turn into a horse, a fish, ups and downs, and waves. Beautiful as a girl and lively as a child. How I want to fly to it and have it. But I don't know how to treat it and have it. It is a sacred petal in my heart. If you hold it in your hand, you are afraid of flying, but if you hold it in your mouth, you are afraid of melting. I often dream that I become a cloud, colorful and free to come and go. The wind is my companion, and I swim freely in the ocean of the sky. We learn from the pious Kuafu and race against the sun. The wind told me that we left a story about the wandering of the sky and clouds. I told Feng, don't run, Kuafu enterprises in heaven are expecting our triumph. The wind began to be fierce, and my running began to be fierce, forgetting time and space. The sun tanned my skin and I smiled at the wind. It's nothing. This is a healthy color. During the running, I heard Kuafu cheering, and I saw the grateful smile of the sun. The wind says that running is a kind of strength, and we forget why we should chase it. I said, sometimes chasing doesn't need a reason, because it is a devout belief. The sun is setting, and we are scattering bits and pieces all the way. The wind said it was going to rain. I said, no, that's wet spirit, the spirit of water. Rain, wet spirit, water spirit. Warm rain, densely woven, like a scattered water curtain. The dry world becomes wet with the ticking. Leaves become greener, the air becomes brighter, and people's mood begins to brighten. Walking in the rain with a small umbrella, let the rain beat the worries of the years and turn them into deep and shallow puddles on the ground. The distant green hills are surrounded by smoke and waves, which reminds people of an idyllic, picturesque and song-like paradise. There are no drifting fishing boats on the smoky river, and my thoughts are still immersed in the situation that "green bamboo hats and green clothes don't need to return to the rain" and I don't want to go out. The warm rain washed away the dust of history, but I could not restore it, nor could I clearly describe the joys and sorrows of the ancients. Therefore, I can only walk along the road with a small umbrella, enjoy a long story with green thoughts, and then turn it into soil to hide its fragrance. The rain drops down and slips away quietly in the gap of the path, just like a girl hiding a sad past in her throat. Looking at the gray sky through the rain curtain, how many unknown stories are there in the dust? And all I see is still a rain, a path, a lonely river, and I, holding a small umbrella, stand alone in the wind and rain. That rain is wet spirit, the spirit of water. It's just that it turns many touching stories into dirt, and even the powder mill is hidden in the dirt. The fragrance in the air may be the sustenance of the story or my poor daydream. My tears echo the rain, and I can't tell which is rain and which is tears. I wonder if it is the soul of water. It's still raining, but I can't understand its story, only its posture in the rain and fog. A little condensed smoky night reveals a little coolness and wind, smelling the jasmine in front of the window, and the elegant fragrance merges into a little tenderness, which makes the stars sleepless. Just then, I heard a song "A little condensed smoke". Classical light music comes slowly, like an old friend who has been lost for a long time, trekking to Qian Shan to find my Qian Shan, looking back at the moment when I met you in the fragrance of jasmine. In joy, I abandoned my heart lock and opened my heart to welcome a sound of nature in the place where the willows piled up smoke. The perfect combination of erhu and guzheng, one is crisp and pleasing to the ear, which reminds people of pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade, and the other is melodious and melancholy, which makes people sad. Close your eyes and let your thoughts drift into a butterfly of Zhuang Sheng, branding the beauty of Shanghai Moon and flying to the realm of condensed smoke in the vast warmth of Lantian. The voice of the guzheng, like water that has been cold for a winter, swings into a soft cavity in the spring season, layer by layer, with waves, green and sprouting. Imagine, on the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, the flute was changed into a guzheng song, gently telling the regrets of the previous dynasty. After a thousand years, the secular wind and frost shook down the southern red beans and frozen the horizon. Why, a little smoky music resounded all over my heart. The guzheng around the ear is the clear water flowing. Every note is like a maid standing with her head down, and her pear-like face falls on the palace wall. Guzheng, like water, carries many dreams of life and floats in the depths of the world of mortals. For many years, like still water, like a beautiful flower, it has already thanked the bonus in a hurry. Guzheng filar silk, as well as the artistic conception of meditation, is coiled into a continuous mountain range, and every peak and place is involved in ancient legends. Will there be a hermit with good spirit in the legend? Stay away from the hustle and bustle all day, think about clouds and smoke, be cautious and independent, blend in with nature, and look down on life. This mountain piled with guzheng music left a rut when Confucius traveled around the world. In the deep and shallow traces, the eternal motto "Zhi Zhi is determined to win, but it can be quiet and far-reaching, quiet and peaceful, safe and thoughtful, and you can get it if you think about it" is written. In my opinion, the pain of erhu is always cold that seeps into the bones, and there are always complaints like blood and tears. In this piece of music, the rhythm of erhu is soft with smoke, flying slowly, flowing like a jade belt, deeply lingering on the mountain top paved with guzheng. Imagine, the clouds are lingering, the peaks are looming, sometimes showing a corner, and sometimes all disappearing, while the smoke is surrounded by tenderness and picturesque. It is the world-famous Bai Causeway, which stretches out from a mountain, and the smoke from kitchen chimneys floats with the dike. I don't want to give up, I depend on each other, so I have the beauty of Xiao Chun West Lake. Erhu bursts, touching and weeping, are plumes of smoke. The smoke generated by the clear water surrounds the water flowing from the guzheng, unwilling to disperse and float away, whispering the desolation of you and me according to the water. A little bit of cohesion, a little bit of entanglement, finally built a broken bridge. Should the broken bridge be covered with residual snow? No, the tenderness of smoke melted the snow, flowed into the magic of the white snake, witnessed the Millennium oath and so on. Erhu's melody is like smoke, around mountains, surrounded by water and mountains, which is a fairyland on earth. During the tour, you can drink a pot of old wine, hang a sword that touches Green around your waist, and take a boat, drifting with the flow, above the clear water and under the blue sky, the wind is full of sleeves and your chest is satisfied. What can you ask for? Guzheng Ding Dong, a sound, just like the morning bell and the evening drum ringing several dreams on earth, evokes many real memories. It is the long wind blowing from the dust that swept my slightly confused heart and turned a rare beauty into a seed and implanted it in my heart. I should pay homage to it devoutly and let it flourish and become a towering tree. Erhu melodious, bursts, like a thousand years of dust, floating fairy wind clear bones, brushed away the dirt in my heart, those joys and sorrows, will generate a meteor, flash a trace, fall into the vast universe. Looking back on the distant past, I only heard condensed smoke and a little crying dust. The night is like water, the music is like water, and my meager sleeves are wet. Is it fun or fun? Smoke condensed around the clear water, and half a breeze bypassed the broken bridge. I was intoxicated by thinking about it, and I didn't know the way back. In any case, I can't close my scattered thoughts, just wandering with the beautiful melody of "a little condensed smoke" Visiting the sun and the moon is the truest and most primitive hope in my heart for thousands of years. In every journey of my life, I lost many dreams. Only this feeling is still in my heart, indestructible. In the thick night, I borrowed a classical music and realized my dream. Just like some things, I rely on myself. "A little condensed smoke" sewed me a beautiful dress with the fragrance of jasmine. When I put it on, I was intoxicated with myself and felt the beauty of integration from the heart to the outside. At this moment, my heart is clear, and I am free from people, greed, anger and delusion. Zhang Ailing said, "What is short is life, and what is long is suffering." Be kind to yourself and others in the fleeting life. You see, before the color of spring fades, the autumn moon is already smiling. Such a short life, live every day well, may everyone be born like a summer flower, with less regret of being green, fat and thin.