Inspirational articles are about 200 words.

30 excerpts from 200-word American essays, very beautiful and classic paragraphs, are provided to you at one time.

Excerpt from 200 Words 1: The power of faith lies in that it can help you sail forward even in adversity. The charm of faith is that it can inspire you to live even in danger. The greatness of faith lies in maintaining a lofty heart even in the face of misfortune. Endurance is an inconspicuous persistence; Yes-a perseverance that is not afraid of wind and rain; Yes-a loyalty that does not seek fame and fortune. The building stands because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life. The cabin broke through the waves because there was a compass to indicate the direction. Ideals and beliefs are the compass of the ship of life. The train goes to Wan Li Road, because there are rails to guide it, and ideals and beliefs are the rails on the train of life.

200-byte choice 2: Rainwater is sprinkled gently on the earth, washing away the messy dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain can't wash away my gray mood! I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! Holding an umbrella, I have a soft and warm feeling that I can hardly breathe. There was a scene-scene-scene, and one shot after another seemed to have been talked about long ago, walking slowly before my eyes in the rain, walking slowly. ......

The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the golden maple leaves all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who, until what time, looks up at the rainbow that can only be seen in the sky, looks back at the wind and can't see the dust; Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; I hope the autumn wind is like a song! Extract 200 words from American English

200-word extract 4: Everyone has it in his heart-Wang Qingquan, wash your soul and nourish your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity. The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can take off the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear the crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful. The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your bare conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel the inevitable rhythm of the waves. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.

Five: Gently shake the teacup in your hand, look at the green tea or needles or tablets, go up and down, crowd around, rise and fall, change different postures, and try to find your own best balance point. Anxious, I often can't wait for the tea to be ready, so I gently blow the mouth of the cup to drive the tea vortex to see the tea gather and disperse, but I can't help but separate. After sipping tea, Ren's bitterness rippled on the tip of his tongue, filling his teeth and throat. Say that finish, I took a deep breath, lingering fragrance filled my lips, spread in my heart, and I was tired and indifferent. People seem to be drunk, hazy, and unwilling to wake up for a long time. That night, the fragrance of tea filled the room, and the tea in the cup changed from light to thick, floating and heavy, gathering and dispersing, and slowly realized in the bitter fragrance: life is like tea.

Article 6: When a beauty is so beautiful that people are at a loss, they have to dance with their hands and do it with their feet; When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, we have to sigh and cherish it and praise it. You are willing to be indifferent, content with being plain, complacent in being plain, only willing to have fun in become a butterfly in your dreams, only willing to wander around the world with hovering Peng, unwilling to be tired of state affairs and unwilling to set foot in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, giving people a desperate life, a quiet and far-reaching life, and something detached. I tried to touch your skirt, but I touched it at my fingertips. But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation, and I can't forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When there is no way out, I have to look at your calm eyes, which are unusually clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world.

Excerpt from 200 words: miss the past and compete fiercely. You are still wandering freely in the outside world, understanding the infinity of nature. The world is only your subjective product. Even you know the happiness of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance and the guilt of mantis, swaying away and shuttling through the mire. Why care about the power struggle? Who said you have to bear the unbearable weight of life? There is a bright moon in the distance. You watch the bright moon alone on a breezy night, so that the bright moon will not be lost when people sit back and relax-just because your dull hearts are chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your cold eyes are speechless. You suddenly realize that your faint spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you are already floating. I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.

Choose 8 from 200 bytes: colorful makes harmony. Look at the light yellow of goose willow smoke, the green grass, the bright red of red apricots on the wall, and the blue sky when clouds are rolling and clouds are relaxing. Their colors are different, but what's the harm? "Ten thousand colors are always spring", and the happy spring day for all things is not dominated by one color. Difference is the appearance, harmony is the essence, and colorful achievements are colorful richness, which is the real harmony. Tap on the door of the red chamber and look for the dream that has been longed for for for a hundred years. You said that in A Dream of Red Mansions, Zhong Ling had so many beautiful daughters. Who is the reader's favorite? It has always been difficult to adjust, but it has always been appealing to both refined and popular tastes, stroking the slightly rolled pages. We seem to hear the publicity of "I'm late and I haven't met a distant guest", the sadness of "I don't know when the flowers have fallen", the surprise of "this elder sister seems to have met somewhere" and the call of "love my brother, love my brother" merge into one.

Nine: Wandering between life and death, hesitating between light and darkness, some people choose to live, some choose to die, some choose light, some choose darkness ... It really stems from a spiritual vein in the depths of human hearts, but chooses eternity. Standing on the coast of history, I wandered back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on Zehe and died without regret; Wei Wudi whip east refers to courage; Tao Yuanming lives in Nanshan leisurely, drinking and picking chrysanthemums ... They chose eternity-even if flattery and slander blind people and don't spread their radio waves with them, it is also a persistent choice. Even if Marco is buried in Kansai, it is a hero's choice to raise his voice and try his best to sweep away the smoke. Even if you work hard all day, you are willing to enjoy yourself and work hard. This is an elegant choice ... some choices, emperors will become their great achievements, sages will touch guests and become their eternal articles.

200-word extract 10: At the edge of the thatched cottage, I met Yan Jinshu, the man who Qi Xuanwang said he would rather "walk slowly like a car and eat meat at night". I asked him why he chose seclusion. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "If you return to the original, you will never be humiliated." "Why those two sentences?" I mumbled to leave, but there was a still voice behind me: "It is the soul that is' not humiliating', and the soul cannot have a little dust and shame." The beacon smoke of Aegean Sea filled the desolate and empty sky, and I found Achilles. I wonder why he would rather let Paris's despicable and insidious arrow shoot into his own foot than give a fatal blow from the darkness. "What Paris wants is Helen and my life. What I want is a noble heart. I have no regrets." Perhaps because of this, his resolute and cold face is destined to be cast into a bronze statue, and the hero's name will last forever. 200 bytes choose eleven: the music rises slowly, and a few guzheng sounds, like a few wisps of breeze in the mountains, brush the leaves, bring a few birdsongs and cause a thrill. I was shocked: I seem to have heard this, but I really couldn't remember it at that time. However, the sound of the piano is getting stronger and stronger, like several white clouds chasing each other in the sky, which attracts birds to sing happily. Inadvertently, a slightly dignified erhu was inserted, which seemed a bit casual and with hoarse thinking. This kind of thinking is as unconstrained as a horse, unrestrained and free to fly. The agility of the guzheng and the melody of the erhu are properly combined, and a kind of inner joy without fetters is vividly interpreted. When the last note emitted a wisp of smoke from heaven, I returned to reality. The old man gave a kind smile and said, "This is Song Shan Feng Song. You've heard it. Listen again, will you? " I was startled. He went on to say, "Taoism's detachment is against complex secularism, and Taoism also loves nature." They love the pure and dust-free nature. Taoist music actually loves life ... "

We become arrogant, we become arrogant. In the court of the Great Song Dynasty, literati were busy writing poems and fu. When educating the people with Zhu Cheng's Neo-Confucianism, northern fighters swept through China. In the prosperous period of Kanggan, the literati were busy writing stereotyped writing, annotation and textual research. On the other side of the ocean, a scientific and technological revolution began, rewriting history ... We have four great inventions, we have seismographs, and we have pi more than 1000 years earlier than other countries. However, our land contains a yellow civilization that is dominated by agriculture and self-sufficient. We have Zheng He to show off our national prestige, but we have not discovered Columbus in the New World. We have Li Bai and Du Fu, but not Copernicus and Newton. We know that China has gone to the kingdom, but we can't see the civilization outside ... We are intoxicated with ourselves, constantly summing up our glory with the books on heavenly creations and agricultural policies, but we forget to pay attention to examining our own culture ... We are lagging behind. History is quietly passing away, and the enthusiasm in our hearts has not cooled down. On the contrary, we are more rational and more careful. ...

Excerpts from 200-word Prose XIII: The turning points in literary works are mostly fictional, but the turning points in life are real. Although some are painful, they eventually become the cornerstone of the miracle of life. Sima Qian wrote in Historical Records: "King Wen was arrested, playing Zhong You in Zhouyi and writing Chunqiu; Sun Tzu's feet, Sun Tzu's art of war, Zuo Qiu's blind obedience, and his "Mandarin"; It is "difficult" for Han Fei to imprison Qin; Lonely anger ... "Many sages have experienced such a painful turning point, more deeply realized the great significance of life, continued the will of life with amazing vitality, wrote a series of classics handed down from generation to generation, and created some extraordinary achievements. It is in these turning points that the tenacity and generosity of the sages condensed their personality and thoughts into a lasting fragrance on the long river of history. It is also these turning points that have inspired more people's feelings of regret ... 300-word excerpt.