I want to make an excerpt. Who can give me some good compositions, preferably about 500 words?

"Youth" No.65438+0 _ _ _ _ There are falling flowers and falling hearts. Thousands of flowers, thousands of moods, lost the pure and chaotic heart. No matter how much dust there is, there is no scratch, and my thoughts are getting more and more chaotic. Walking alone in the street, I don't know where I am, standing quietly. The noise of this world seems to isolate me in another way, my childhood and my dream. People always have to grow up. I don't know when, the childish face has quietly disappeared, leaving only mature faces, so strange. Do you have to grow up like this? Even the original childlike innocence should be given up because of life? I don't know, not only because I didn't get the answer, but also because I don't know how to find it. ..... I am struggling ... Although the world is big, this road is difficult to walk, and it has experienced many vicissitudes and storms. When the years are in our hearts, our faces have left traces of old age. So, can we see the rainbow of life at that time? Seven colors are enchanting ... on the street corner, who you meet is unknown. Life is full of brilliance, but Shu Hua is just a flash in the pan. The pearl of rice also has its brilliance. No.2 _ _ _ _ _ girls in the flower season are in love with spring. A person walking alone in the muddy field, smelling the fragrance of the soil, seems to have returned to the embrace of the earth. I walked at a brisk pace towards the fields. What is that? Huahai? A blooming sea of flowers, pale petals, swaying in the wind. Third place _ _ _ _ _

Outside the window, the rain hit the adjacent wall of banana, and the noise was noisy Even that kind of happiness has long been lost and become more and more shallow. The mind is ridiculous. What should I use to bury and pursue inspiration? Why should I share my happiness and cherish my memories? Apart from the pain, there is no peace. That fierce lightning cannot open the dark sky. It withered ... sometimes I'd rather know nothing, too tired, too tired. No.4______ _ _ Meteors flashed across bloom. Desolate and enchanting dreams like misty rain, love like floating flowers Author: Uncle Lin is a little sad and indifferent, just like the reflection of scattered waves on the bottom of the sea, the phantom is spreading, and I can hardly become a fish in this blurred world.

The boundless ocean is vast and far-reaching. There are no birds flying on the sea, and there is not a cloud fluttering. Even the fishing boat is gone, and the wind seems to have gone to my husband's house.

In the lonely and empty world, beside the desolate and boundless ocean, on the distant beach, I am the only one wandering here.

At this time, I can only quietly listen to the sound of the sea beating on the beach, which seems rhythmic and charming, as if telling the tenderness of the daughter of the sea, stroking the fine sand, sending waves of heartbeats ashore, quietly calling the familiar figure in my dream.

The waves are touching each other slowly and rhythmically. One * * * surges and the other * * * disappears. My feelings are as frivolous as in a dream with the beating of the waves. What I can capture is the silence and indifference in front of me, and occasionally I can daydream about the romantic feelings that cater to my mind. For example, the daughter of the sea pulls the skirts of the waves, quietly enjoys my indifference and meditation, and keeps my sad waves in a treasure chest.

I don't know how to appreciate, I only know how to hunt, because love has been drifting for too long.

At this time, I no longer think about it, and I no longer look around. I can only look at my own figure silently, lazily admiring the footprints of the lonely conch, submerged by the sea and clearly drawn. The skewed conch fluttered away with the waves, which seemed to scatter my fantasies and dreams on it, and let it camel my soul into the ocean, truly becoming the spirituality of oil painting and the only daughter of the sea.

I dreamed of my dream, and the waves beat against the waves. There is no water in my footprints on the beach, there are a few empty skies, but there are more butterflies obsessed with humidity. It is as bright red as a flame, really like a lighthouse in the lit ocean in the desert, occasionally chasing the waves, jumping and sucking the water droplets on the waves. Small water droplets gather together like fog, and the water droplets gradually cover the sea as the sun goes down. Water drops also wrap me warmly like the air here, embracing my wet appearance. Those butterflies are tightly attached to me, and the warm feeling of prosperity makes me boil.

The sea began to kiss my toes and the waves wet my trouser legs. I can't help but move my body to the sea. That butterfly hangs over my head like a red cloud, feeling my ups and downs of happiness and romance, my lightness and boldness, my confusion and helplessness, and my life is ups and downs like waves. I gradually became the wet master of butterflies, the dream of the daughter of the sea, and the butterfly chaser.

Gradually, my perception tells me that the sea is salty, warm, cordial, warm and heroic, and the sea wants to embrace everything about me until I stop breathing. The sea may tell me in my dream that it doesn't have such a gentle and delicate daughter, only a red butterfly drifting with the tide, like a group of enthusiastic elves. Spirited Away

-The Road to Paradise Spirited Away is a work written by Japanese anime master Miyazaki Hayao. It tells the story of Hanazono Sakura's moving house, but he went to a fantastic place in order to take a shortcut in the mountains ... I believe that no one who has seen this movie will forget the exquisite picture inside? Just like the wooden bathhouse, Tang is a bit strange but not bad. The pot-shaped bathhouse is interspersed in the air corridor of each floor of the house ... The most touching thing is that in order to save Bailong, I set foot on the road to Qianjia. She got on the train, the train walked on the water, and the tracks were shallowly buried in the water, turning all the sounds into faint waterlines, followed and then disappeared. The golden sunset shines on the vast sea, except for a pale yellow and silver water surface, and there is a train slowly heading for the sky, walking alone, as if it were the road to heaven and the purest place in every world. People in the car are blowing in their ears, stroking their hair and gently lifting it with a cool sea breeze. From time to time, I pass by a station, where there are gorgeous lights and it is a bustling place. The people who got off the bus, in silence, hurried out with their luggage and started a new journey. Set foot on your own world. And I sometimes think, if one day I can go to such a place and get rid of the boring life of studying, eating and sleeping all day, it would be great. Thinking that I can live in rainy days is like a house floating on the sea. In the corridor outside the house, I can see the deep blue and clear sea. I can see the colorful corals in the sea blooming in the sea like strange and delicate flowers. And fish swimming in the corner.

How I want to get on the mysterious train and take a trip to heaven like Hanazono Sakura. ......