Very short prose by famous writers

1. Yuhe/Zhangxiaofeng (378 words)

Once, I walked through a lotus pond in the rain, and saw a pond of green clouds stretching, with only a half-open red flower. Lian stood firm in the meantime.

I was stunned by it for a moment, a red lotus that seemed to be unable to open and unable to speak. It was about to be red but not yet fragrant!

The rain is falling all over the sky but indifferently, there is such a red lotus in the vast and unreachable gray! Like a fire about to light up, like a can of color about to be poured out! Standing by the pool, even if you don't want to catch the moon, you will probably stumble.

Isn’t life just like a rain? You once jumped for joy in it ignorantly, you once meditated in it obsessively - but more often than not, you had to endure the cold and damp, the helplessness and loneliness, and live with the fantasy of sunny days.

But look at that lotus, how solitary and selfless is it in the rain? When there is no sunshine, it is sunshine itself. When there is no joy, it is joy itself! There is such a perfect and self-sufficient world in a lotus!

A pool of green, a pool of silent songs, on an inconspicuous roadside in the countryside - is the truth only found in philosophy books? Doesn’t the answer only exist in the academy? How many beauties beyond the image can be drawn by a simple stroke of raindrops, and how many centuries of pride have been supported by a green leaf!

If there is a lotus in the pond, if there is a lotus in the heart, then why bother with the long rainy season?

2. Liu/Zhang Xiaofeng (478 words)

All trees are painted with "dots", only Liu is painted with "lines".

Other trees always have flowers or fruits, but only willow, which is scattering useless white catkins.

Other trees are densely packed messages, but only willow is sparse. Knotting ropes to remember things.

Other trees are suitable for flower arrangements or decorations, but willows are suitable for breaking the willows in Ba Ling.

Willows are almost out of date, and they are almost old. Willows have no practical value - except for beauty. Willows are not the trees of craftsmen, they are the trees of poets and lovers. There are fewer and fewer willows. Every time I see a willow, I hold my breath nervously. ——I'm afraid that one day I will forget Liu. I'm afraid that one day I will read Bai Juyi's "Wherever there is no spring, there will be thoughts, Liu will not be mentioned by the king of Wei", or Wei Zhuang's "The eyes are full of smoke and the willows are deserted". Look in the dictionary.

Willows can never create forests. They are destined to be plants on the embankment. And for some things, it is useless to look in the dictionary. What kind of explanation can help us understand the willows of Su Di and the river? On the fresh February day, the spring breeze blows, and the willows on the Sui embankment are as lush and beautiful as the heavy curtains of smoke and jade.

The willow slivers are used to stretch into the water to entangle the quiet cloud shadows and moonlight in the water. It often cleverly catches a complete Shuiyue, and its technique is much more skillful than Li Bai's.

There are countless leaf buds called "green eyes" hidden on the soft branches of spring willows, and those eyes change at will. Zhang, a few veins of green leaves spurted out, and within a few days, all the grain-like blue eyes were opened. Some people suspect that there are gems at the base of the rainbow, but I always suspect that there are emeralds at the base of the willow tree - otherwise, where would the willow tree go? How about absorbing so much pure green?

3. Wind Chime/Lin Qingxuan (393 words)

I have a wind chime that a friend brought back from Europe as a gift. The wind chime is made of five pieces. It is composed of steel pipes and has nothing special in appearance. What is special is that the wood pieces hanging vertically under the wind chime are thin and wide, about the width of two palms.

Because the wood pieces used to sense the wind are huge, the wind chimes are very large. It is very sensitive to wind. Even if there is a very light wind, it will tinkling.

The sound of the wind chimes is very beautiful and long. It doesn't sound like a bell at all to me. Music.

Wind chimes are the music of the wind, which makes us feel cool when listening to it in the summer and warm when listening to it in the winter.

The wind has no image, color or sound. Yes, but wind chimes give the wind an image, a color, and a sound.

For the wind, wind chimes are awareness, observation and emotion.

Every time, I listen to the wind chimes and feel the existence of the wind. At this time, I feel that our lives are flowing like the wind, which is almost difficult to control. Therefore, we need the wind chimes in our hearts to feel the presence of the wind. Understand the flow of life, observe the content of life, and be moved by the chance encounter between life and life.

With wind chimes, although the wind has blown away, it still leaves behind a beautiful sound.

With the wind chimes of the heart, even if life passes by, it will leave touching traces.

Every time the wind blows, every step of the years will exist so truly.

4. Agarwood/Lin Qingxuan (418 words)

A friend came back from India and gave me a piece of agarwood, which looks like a steep mountain and is as black as black glaze. There is a very simple and distant fragrance, which continuously seeps out from the agarwood and floats in the air.

The most special thing is that the agarwood is very heavy, far beyond ordinary wood and stone.

My friend said: "This is the finest agarwood. Because its heart is very solid, it will sink to the bottom when thrown into water, so it is also called agarwood. Moreover, its fragrance is constantly coming from the inside. Once spread out, it will never disappear. This piece has a history of hundreds of years, and it still has the same fragrance as when it was in the forest. "

Agarwood can be used to worship Buddha, can calm the mind, and can be removed! Everyone knows about the filthiness. However, agarwood, as a symbol of Buddhism, requires a deeper feeling, like having a solid heart, like the fragrance of wood that always spreads, like a calm mood, and being as humble as being under water.

The most touching part of agarwood is its "sun", which has a quiet and restrained quality; it is also its "scent", which once achieved, will never be lost.

Agarwood is not just wood! It is also a revelation, enlightening us that in the floating and flashy world, we must also maintain a deep and everlasting fragrance inside.

The floating world is like water, and the common trees flow with the waves of desire, without any final destination.

Agarwood is a setting stone, as calm and fragrant as in water.

If a person has agarwood in his heart, he will not be afraid of the floating world.

5. Pomegranate/Guo Moruo (529 words)

May has passed, the sun has increased its power, and the trees have stretched their umbrellas. When I no longer want to compete for beauty, a few trees are blooming at this time. The pomegranate tree is one of the loveliest of these few trees.

Pomegranates have the branches of plum trees and the leaves of willows. They are strangely tall but not barren, fresh but not feminine. This style actually has the lengths of plums and willows, but ignores the shortcomings of plums and willows.

The most lovely thing is its flowers, the deep red flowers that are not immune to the direct sunlight. The single-petaled ones are gorgeous enough, but the double-petaled ones are even more gorgeous. They are not the heart of summer. ?

The small eggplant-shaped bones alone are already a miracle. You see, it gradually turns red and gradually becomes four petals from the top. No matter how sharp you use scissors, you can't cut it so well-proportioned. But who made so many vases out of red agate, and they are also exquisite. Are there flowers on the ground?

Although the single-petaled flower is not as luxurious as the double-petaled flower, it has a wonderful performance. The red agate vase has changed from a Greek-style amphora to a Chinese-style gold cup. , a kind of bronze ware full of ancient flavor in the Zhou Dynasty. It possesses all kinds of rust colors named by experts.

Do you think it is really a golden cup for wine? It will laugh at you. Autumn is here, and it seems to be laughing uncontrollably at its own tricks, revealing its white teeth. Have you ever seen such transparent and tender white teeth anywhere else?

I always like summer. Summer is an upward stage in the entire universe. At this time, people's body and mind are freed from all the shackles. So I prefer this summer heart.

A friend came back from Kunming and said that Kunming pomegranates are particularly large and plump. They come in two varieties: sweet and sour, with the sour ones having a more delicious taste. I couldn't help but salivate.

6. White Heron/Guo Moruo (393 words)

White Heron is an exquisite poem.

The color combination, the body size, everything is perfect.

The white crane is too big and too stiff. Needless to say, even the pink ibis or gray heron feels a bit too big and too unusual.

However, the egret is so common that people forget its beauty.

The snow-white fur, the streamlined structure of the whole body, the long iron-colored beak (comet), and the cyan feet. If it is increased by one point, it is too long, and if it is reduced by one point, it is too short. One part is too white, one part is too dark.

In the Qingshui field, there are two egrets standing fishing, and the entire field becomes a picture embedded in a glass frame. The size of the field seems to be a mirror box designed by someone with care for the egret.

Every time I see it standing alone on the top of a small tree in the morning on a sunny day, it does not seem to be stable, but it is very leisurely. This is a hobby that is difficult for other birds to express. People say it is watching the sentry, but is it really watching the sentry?

Occasionally seeing egrets flying low in the dusk sky is a blessing in rural life. It was a clear visualization, and it came to life.

Some people may feel that the egret cannot sing. But isn't Egret itself a very beautiful song? No, the song is too sonorous.

Egret is really a poem, a prose poem that rhymes in the heart.

7. Ye Yan/Guo Feng (563 words)

I walked along the path by the stream to return to the village. These days, I often go back to the village very late at night. The moonlight is very good. I fell deeply in love with the cold moonlit night in this village; I felt that the moonlight on the cold night, shining on the village road in the mountains and the path by the stream, was particularly bright, and there was a deep affection in it.

There are many tallow trees and plum trees on the banks of the stream. Most of the leaves have fallen off. The shadows of the moon and trees shine on the stream bank and on the water. How many times I pass by here late at night, I am very moved and feel a kind of attraction. I feel that this place is like a book or a painting that I can never tire of. I feel that every time I read it, I feel that there is something new in it, which gives me a new understanding and touches my heart. At this moment, from the naked branches of the Chinese tallow tree and the plum tree, I see the moon moving from a pile of loose, Glowing, lemon-yellow floating clouds passed by; I saw the Northern Crown constellation on the horizon, which really looked like a crown studded with gems at this moment; between the moon and starlight, the sky seemed very deep and far away.

The night is already very late. I walked along the path beside the stream to return to the village. When I walked to the stone bridge in front of the village, I suddenly saw in the distant sky, as if between the constellations of Northern Corona and Ursa Major, there was a group of wild geese arranged in a line, and then another group of geese arranged in a human shape. A flock of wild geese were flying over; I stood on the bridge and looked at them. I saw them flying calmly and calmly on their own journey under the moonlight.

For a moment, my heart seemed to be deeply inspired, and I began to think deeply. When I walked back to the village, I stood for a while under the moonlight. Suddenly, I saw thick white frost on the stone bridge, grassland and naked plum and tallow trees by the stream. This is the third night in a row that it has been frosty.

8. Sunrise on the Sea/Ba Jin (414 words)

In order to watch the sunrise, I often get up early. It was not yet bright at that time, and the surroundings were very quiet. Only the sound of the machine in the boat could be heard.

The sky is still light blue, very light. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared where the sky and water met. The scope of the red cloud slowly expanded and became brighter and brighter. I knew the sun was about to rise from the sky, so I stared there intently.

Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared there. It was very red, but there was no light. The sun seemed to be carrying some heavy burden, slowly, vertically and vertically, rising with all its strength. At the end, it finally broke through the clouds and completely jumped out of the sea. The color was so cute. In an instant, this dark red round thing emitted a dazzling light that made people's eyes hurt. The clouds next to it suddenly became radiant.

Sometimes the sun hides behind the clouds. The sun shines directly onto the water through the gaps in the clouds. It is difficult to tell where is the water and where is the sky. All you can see is a bright light.

Sometimes there are dark clouds in the sky and the clouds are very thick. When the sun rises, people cannot see it. Its light gave the black clouds a bright golden edge. Later, the sun slowly broke through the siege and appeared in the sky, dyeing the clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water, but also myself became bright.

Isn’t this a great spectacle?

9. Stars/Ba Jin (527 words)

I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. In the past, when I was enjoying the cool weather in the courtyard at night in July or August in my hometown, I loved to look at the densely packed stars in the sky. Looking at the stars, I will forget everything, as if I have returned to my mother's arms.

Three years ago, there was a back door where I lived in Nanjing. Every night when I opened the back door, I saw a silent night. Below is a vegetable garden, above is a blue sky filled with stars. Although starlight is tiny in our eyes, it makes us feel that light is everywhere. At that time, I was reading some books about astronomy, and I also recognized some stars, as if they were my friends and they were often talking to me.

Now at sea, facing the stars every night, I recognize them very well. I lay on the deck and looked up at the sky. There are countless half-bright stars hanging in the dark blue sky. The ship is moving, and the stars are moving too, and they are so low, so precarious! Gradually my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me. The night at sea is soft, quiet and dreamy. I looked at the many familiar stars, and I seemed to see them twinkling at me, and I seemed to hear them whispering. At this point I forgot everything. In the arms of the star, I smiled and fell asleep. I felt like a little child now sleeping in my mother's arms.

One night, the Englishman who got on the ship in Colombo pointed out to me the giant in the sky. He pointed with his hand: the four bright stars are the head, the lower ones are the body, these are the hands, those are the legs and feet, and the three stars are the belt. After his guidance, I really saw the giant in the sky clearly. Look, the giant is still running!

10. Baotu Spring/Lao She (413 words)

Qianfo Mountain, Daming Lake and Baotu Spring are the three major scenic spots in Jinan. Now we will only talk about Baotu Spring.

On the bridge outside the west gate, you can see a stream of running water, clear, shallow, fresh and clean, flowing from south to north. This is what flows from Baotu Spring. Without this spring, Jinan would definitely lose half of its beauty.

Quan is great. The spring pool is almost square. The three spring mouths are to the west, and there is a small stream to the north, flowing to the west gate. Look at those three big springs, rolling all year round, day and night. If you stare at it blankly for three minutes, you will feel the greatness of nature and you will not dare to look at it again. Always so pure, always so lively, always so bright, risking, risking, risking, as if never feeling tired, only nature has such power! Winter is better. There is a hot air on the spring, which is white and soft, floating on the long dark green algae. You can't help but think of a seemingly mysterious realm. There are also small springs beside the pool: some are like big fish spitting water, and a string of bubbles comes up very briskly; some are like a string of pearls, and they go down halfway, really like a string of pearls lying sideways in the water; some are like a string of pearls lying sideways in the water; It took a long time for a blister to appear. It was larger and flatter. It slowly and gracefully swayed up and broke. Look, here comes another one! Some have several strings of small beads crowded together, like a neatly gathered bead flower, snow-white; some... this is more interesting than the big spring.

11. Cat/Lao She (549 words)

The cat’s character is really weird. To be honest, it is indeed very well-behaved sometimes. It will find a warm place, sleep all day long, carefree, and won't worry about anything. However, when it decided to go out to play, it would go out for a day and a night. No matter how much anyone called, it would not come back. Call it playful, that’s true. Otherwise, why would it stay away from home all day and night? However, it was so dedicated when it heard a little noise from the mouse. It closed its breath and stared for several hours, waiting for the mouse to come out!

If it is happy, it can be more gentle and amiable than anyone else: it will rub against your legs, stretch out its neck and ask for scratches.

Or when you are writing, jump up to the table and stamp a few small plum blossoms on the manuscript paper. It will also make rich and multi-vocal calls, with different lengths, thicknesses, and changes. When not barking, it will purr to relieve its boredom. This all depends on its happiness. If it is unhappy, no matter how many good words anyone says, it will never utter a word.

It is afraid of everything and always wants to hide. But it is so brave that it dares to fight not only insects and mice, but also snakes.

The full moon kitten is cuter, its legs and feet are not yet stable, but it has learned to be naughty. A chicken feather and a ball of thread are all good toys for them, and they can play with them endlessly. As soon as they started playing, they didn't know how many times they would fall, but when they fell, they immediately got up and ran again and fell again. Their heads hit the door, the table legs, and each other's heads, but they didn't cry even when the bumps hurt. They are getting bolder and bolder, gradually opening up new places to play. They came to the yard, and the flowers and plants in the yard suffered. They wrestled in the flower pots and played on swings holding flower branches. Wherever they passed, branches broke and flowers fell. When you see them, you will never beat them, they are so lively, innocent and cute!

12. Random Thoughts on Rain/Wang Guozhen (535 words)

Sometimes, it is raining outside but the heart is sunny; sometimes, it is sunny outside but it is raining inside. There are many things in the world that you can taste in contrast. When the heart is clear, the rain is also sunny; when the heart is rainy, the sunshine is also rain.

However, no matter what the story is, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a kind of magic; it can diffuse into a mood, soak into an atmosphere, and carve into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can turn into a disaster.

The wind and sand in spring, the dullness in summer, and the dryness in autumn all make people look forward to rain. A rain can also make the air much fresher and the streets much brighter. "Spring rain is as precious as oil." Farmers are not alone in their desire for rain.

When it rains, there is neither sun nor moon, but most people don't take it seriously. Perhaps because the climate is not too cold during the rainy season, it would be better to let the sun cool down for a while. A rainy night has a different charm that a moonlit night doesn't have. Sometimes people can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence: "How can you cut the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?"

Walking in the light rain is a rare pleasure. Listening to the rustling sound of the rain gently hitting the broad leaves of the big-leaf poplar or sycamore tree, the beauty that nourishes the heart, even if it is Richard Clyde's "Autumn Whispers" flowing from the piano "The elegant melody is also incomparable. The miraculous creation of nature is truly unparalleled.

The scene of a pair of lovers walking in an alley is extremely ordinary. But when it rains, there is a small light blue umbrella in my hand and a beige windbreaker on my body, and the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is a readable picture.

In the north, there are not many rainy days among the 365 days a year. So if one day it rains like poetry or there is poetry like rain, I will feel it is very good.

13. Guilin’s landscapes are the best in the world/Chen Miao (398 words)

People say: “Guilin’s landscapes are the best in the world.” We rode a wooden boat on the Li River to see Guilin landscape.

I have seen the magnificent sea and the West Lake as level as a mirror, but I have never seen water like the Lijiang River. The water of the Lijiang River is so quiet, so quiet that you can't feel it flowing; the water of the Lijiang River is so clear, you can see the sand and stones at the bottom of the river; the water of the Lijiang River is so green, as green as if it were a flawless piece of Jade. The paddle stirs up microwaves and spreads water ripples, making you feel that the boat is moving forward and the shore is moving backward.

I have climbed Mount Tai, with its majestic peaks, and visited Xiangshan Mountain with red leaves like fire, but I have never seen the mountains in this area of ​​Guilin. The mountains in Guilin are so strange. They rise one after another, not connected to each other, like an old man, like a giant elephant, like a camel. There are many strange peaks in various shapes. The mountains in Guilin are so beautiful, like green barriers, like new bamboo shoots. The colors are bright and reflected in the water; the mountains in Guilin are really dangerous, with steep peaks and rugged rocks that seem like they will fall down if not careful.

Such mountains surround such water, and such water reflects such mountains. Coupled with the misty clouds in the sky, the green trees and red flowers in the mountains, and the bamboo rafts and boats on the river, it makes you feel like you are walking. Entering the continuous picture scroll, it is really like "the boat is sailing on the blue waves, and the people are swimming in the painting."