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Micro-Writing: Boats (II)

author:The tide is a sail

Topic: Boats

Requirements: Express your thoughts and feelings within 150 words.

Micro-Writing: Boats (II)

Set sail

Text/Huang Jinqi

The moon was as bright as snow, and on the silvery white sand, I held a small paper boat in my hands.

It slowly sailed off the sea into the distance, crumbling, and the waves put it in their hands to play. The raindrops are falling slowly, intertwined with the fierce wind, and I am really worried that it will sink and be engulfed by the sea.

It stood up, and on the sparkling sea, it seemed stronger and more stubborn in the wind and rain.

What a boat! Please carry my dream, voyage away...

Sunny days after rain

Text/Zhang Chengxuan

Under the vast night sky, the waves are terrifying, and a small boat shakes violently in the fierce wind.

Huge waves crashed against the deck, and a dull sound accompanied by drumming white sails. The mast was being torn apart and the boat was thrown into the distance.

Another wave surged onto the deck, and the sea seeped into the cabin. What about the sailors? Fighting the raging beasts...

After the rain, the boat traveled smoothly on the blue sea, singing "Long winds and waves will sometimes hang on the clouds and sails to the sea".

Swaying in the wind and rain

Text/Lin Zibo

Wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and on the endless sea, there is a precarious boat.

It was a delicate little boat, swaying in the wind and rain, as if it were overturning. The people on board are doing their best to rescue them.

When the sky was clear, a rainbow appeared in the sky, like a crooked boat, and the people on the boat were relieved and smiled at each other.

Micro-Writing: Boats (II)

There are windy and sunny days

Text/Liu Zhitong

Brush your hand through the breeze mixed with the light lotus fragrance and feel the rare coolness of the hot summer.

Dad paddled, Mom took pictures, and suddenly a sentence of "rowing a boat to take pictures" broke the tranquility of the river. "I'm taking pictures of you!?" "Nothing." Smelling the flames that were preparing behind his mother, his father hurried to stop.

The rain struck, and my mother immediately opened her umbrella and propped it on my father's head, like a small boat called "Home". The two looked at each other and smiled, and the rainbow on a sunny day was still brilliant.

Treasure hunt

Text/Chen Menglin

On the calm sea, a small boat drifts.

The old rich man had been adrift on the surface of the sea for three days, and he had heard that the sea was worth a lot of treasure. Finally, he found a golden treasure not far away. "That must be gold!" He sped toward the treasure, completely oblivious to the looming reef in front of him.

After a while, the boat overturned. The old rich man eventually lost his way.

The so-called gold is nothing more than a pile of sea garbage.

A leaf boat

Text/Li Jiaxuan

In the distance, a leaf boat navigates the sea with difficulty.

Fog and waves mingled, difficulties and pressures hit the ship's board like raindrops, and the sounds of obstruction and mockery melted into the wind and blew the sails. It is about to get lost in the wind and waves, but in the distance it lights up the light of hope for ideals and success.

By the light, by hope, it has never lost after falling into the waves again and again.

The boat was torn to pieces by the wind and rain and finally sailed to the shore.

Micro-Writing: Boats (II)