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关于英语经典美文

作者: 阿信 发布时间: 2020年02月14日 14:41:24

回忆曾如烟花一瞬,虽然结局凄美但过程充满光彩,落风的纸鸢遥寄谁的最初的流年,望断云霄,是谁挥散不去的背影,待流年逝去,回首发现,曾经的过去总是那么唯美。下面是小编整理关于英语经典美文。欢迎大家阅读!

关于英语经典美文

篇一:

Pinellia ternate

The breeze of transit, with thick of autumn drives will split its unopened, autumn laugh doll face, leaves, branches falling slowly covered the whole road not spacious, occasionally 32 leaf naughty dancing called farewell dance, the blink of an eye, then with pale forehead sorrow.

The day after the rain, always with a slightly damp, the sky after the rain with different fresh air, a person walking alone on the road in the deciduous leaves paved the way, listening to the rustling sound, everything seems to be quiet, here can feel every single breath and the sound of water droplets of low noise, everything here is so quiet as it is not true, even if it is not true, is not willing to break the hearts of this moment of quiet, here I just want to see a Changan.

Light holding the flowers in full bloom, find a secluded place, smelling the flowers inclined shallow, towering trees, in the hands of the flowers scattered in the trees beside the body is dry, soft grass, the kind of comfort can not help but want to let people fall asleep quickly.

1 picked up a hand, found that leaves clear lines, so it is kind of like nature itself, the pen can outline this clear all the minor details, we this bustling world with the subtle world what is the subtle relationship.

Withered vine, old tree, crow, the sunset quietly reflected by the wheel will not hidden hidden red, in such a warm and quiet environment, should understand sometimes for a long time did not understand, and not good enough for us, we just don't want to look ahead, we will only be in the a closed world, in the same place, always in self pity

We give ourselves to their cause too many shackles is gradually growing, and finally to oneself cannot bear, had to shrink in a world, linger alive

We always force ourselves, always in their own world covered with a layer of gauze, can not see the road ahead of their own, always in a circle of rotation......

Smart people, it is very stupid, there is time for a wise man rather than a fool to live freely, live happily, we are the envy of others in every hour and moment, but how also refused to own a clear world and life, stubborn that confused the world alive suffering.

Some people, some things, the scattered on the loose, after all, the world is not scattered banquet, or that the separation, this time the disappointment and defeat, are for the next time the most beautiful meet.

Rather than just trapped in memories, rather than look up at the sky, hang Mou three two months and a koi, often accompanied by sleep machines, Huachuan

The white light over the gap, the tuber of pinellia, in fact, life is transient, and embarrass yourself, rather than do a hand book, read by the melody of elegant people, to flower deep for pinellia.

篇二:

Whose shallow summer has rendered fleeting time

Out of the window, osmanthus fragrant floating, Indus sparse swaying, autumn dew fall on like summer flowers, everything seems so suiran. Time flies, the vicissitudes of time, time is like a fleeting show from the fingertips rushing stream, leaving only a hasty and dazed. In the noisy world, alone in a cabin, even if there are too many around the complex, as long as in the heart of the species, harvest will be a cool and quiet. Total love alone by the window and looked out of the window of the scene, still a laurel tree flowers, tree leaves and yellow litter, everywhere is falling petals and leaves, with the wind dance, the street is still a pedestrian, occasionally, the distant hills, still towering and magnificent, watching the sky cirrus clouds changing all the time, the concept of leisure Shu, in front of the flower leaves. Back the tide of thoughts, turned around, picked up the cup, a cup of tea, the heart of the complex grounding; affectionate memories of a past, picking up the missing time; holding a book, read a paragraph of text, buried in the depths of time and read the tender.

Fleeting words, years of sorrow. How many moods had hidden in the time of reflection, many frivolous dream buried in the depths of the time. Pick up a simple heart, light on life angle, at the time of the wind gently blowing from the side, so ruthless, took away most of the time, the vicissitudes of life of youth, but those of the past experience and the struggle over the past, those time disseminated feelings, those years we dream the hard work of the warm blooded youth, always in the memories of the years, bright, the fragrance of life.

Smell the flowers and listen to the breeze. Countless heart melancholy, like the flying summer grass fireflies, twinkling faint light, at the time of the wind into a tree, swaying flowers, fragrant flower sweet, beautiful as Yibao bud, in the silence of the night blooming dream. In the star like dot the night, who has worked with stars on the language; in full of flower season, who has worked with the tree with flowers and dancing, drinking poetry, happy life, "drinking trees, poems since two" is the most beautiful realm of interpretation; in each period of life, light language "when the wine song, life geometry", toast and heart shallowly.