William C Burgess
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A selection of two seeds
There were two seeds that were left by a careless God outside the wilderness. There was a barren land, a place where not even weeds would take root. Only a few piles of rocks that wanted to escape but could not, catalyzed by time, slowly removed its armor layer by layer and turned into a pile of dirt slag.
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
Kitten's story
When I got off the bus, I watched the clouds roll in and out all the way to the trail without realizing it. The day was beautiful, in the middle of a long summer afternoon, and the wind was slightly cool. Perhaps it is to respond to the scenery, I chose the path surrounded by green trees at the side of the busy road. Walking on the cobblestone pavement, I was able to raise my hand to touch the rain-soaked trees, which was very pleasant. After a few steps, I faintly heard the sound of a cat barking, "Meow - meow -" At first I suspected I had misheard it, but as I got closer, the sound became stronger and stronger, seeming to It seemed to be calling for help, and it seemed to be calling for someone.
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
Sip Books
Gorky said, "Books are the ladder of human progress." Books are a good teacher and friend of human beings. Reading books can cultivate people's hearts, improve their sentiments and enrich their minds. The stories of hanging beams and stabbing stocks, chiseling walls and stealing light still have a long history. People often say: reading is good, read a good book, good reading. But how should we read? And where is the secret of reading? This is a question that many people who do not know how to read have.
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Humans
There is a little rabbit
Five hundred years ago, in a small cave on the mountain lived a small rabbit with low magic power. The rabbit squatted on a big rock at the top of the mountain every day, looking at the crowd below the mountain. The life of human beings at the bottom of the mountain seemed to be very exciting. They could raft on the lake, recite poems and have fun with like-minded people, spend time drinking, talk about love, have sorrow and joy, have sorrow and joy. ...... The little rabbit envied the life of human beings and fantasized every day: "If I could become a human. How wonderful it would be." A fairy in the sky heard the rabbit's prayer and came to the mountain and said to the rabbit, "Is it good to be human? To be human is to have feelings, which may make them feel happy and blissful, but may also make them fall into deep pain, can you bear the vagaries of feelings?" The bunny was very determined, because she wanted to see the long-awaited human world, even if only for one day. Uncle God said, "Your magic power is not enough now. In five hundred years, when you have become a real person, you will have a lifetime to experience human life." The little rabbit was so happy that he still squatted on the boulder every day, gazing at everything under the mountain, hoping and hoping ...... that the seasons would change and the stars would shift.
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
The man, the flower
That flower, like a dimple Whenever I pass by the vacant lot in front of the neighborhood, I can't help but turn my head and look to the left, and then to the left again - it's a daisy. A wilted but exceptionally beautiful daisy, their leaves now black and yellow and brittle, like drained, big one tea leaves at the end, dead and lifeless, just shaking and shaking in the late winter and spring wind, like a silent moan - of course - I think --they are moaning and calling for spring, right? Just a few days of warm sunshine and rain, they will be like a sponge that has absorbed enough water to thrive, the leaves immediately become loose and swollen, covered with a shiny green, layer by layer like the hem of a gorgeous princess. In a few days - or even just a day if you put enough effort into it - a thin, lush green, watery stem will emerge, topped with an unopened crown, a slight cascade of yellow from the bush, like a shy flower peering at the world through a very thin slit, a hint of A wisp of soft yellow, but also like a layer of enamel gold silk embedded in the budding, faintly shaking your eyes, revealing a little sweetness of life - in a few days, when he sucked hard a large mouthful of water and sunlight - he will "wow " like exhaling a winter of stuffy breath in the chest, "abruptly" a golden corolla, six sun-drenched petals, against that painted with two points of blush rouge of a smile of joy, look up - -Ho! The entire open space is full of golden smiling faces, so that people can look at the corners of the mouth can be gently hooked, the heart is like a spring breeze, peaceful and calm. But ignore that a swirling bee.
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
Happiness is actually very simple
The blooming flowers have the joy of blooming, the small fish playing in the spring have the joy of playing, the grass just sprouting in spring has the joy of breaking the soil, Li Bai has the joy of raising his cup to the moon when drinking, Wang Xizhi has the joy of the Lanting post ......
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
Finding peace of mind in the process
Another summer day has come and gone, the sun and breeze have arrived as expected, and everything is abundant and vibrant. People in the fields are harvesting wheat and are busy. A slightly hot wind blew across my cheeks, as if it was quietly knocking at my heart: Summer is here, do you know?
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
Unparalleled Beauty
Many people think that the world lacks beauty or even has no beauty, but in fact, a famous person once said, "The world does not lack beauty, but lacks the eyes to discover beauty." Beauty is actually all around us, and beauty is everywhere.
By William C Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
