Excerpts from American classic prose are of great help to the improvement of literary level. Sentence extracts are helpful for beginners to imitate and create. Good words and phrases are the essence of the article, and good words and phrases are the eyes of the composition. The following are excerpts from classic American prose.
Excerpted from American classic prose 1 Become a butterfly
"The grass is flourishing, the flowers are in full bloom, and the butterflies are lingering for a long time ..." On a quiet night, accompanied by soft lights, I was immersed in the sad music of "Being a Butterfly Alone" and marveled at its sadness and classicality.
I often feel that I don't belong to this noisy society or this neon city. I often think: if I can cross the time tunnel, I would rather go back to the time when men plowed and women wove. If so, I can be the "roller shutter girl" written by Yi 'an, watching the beautiful scenery of "green, fat, red and thin"; I can be a "mulberry picking girl" written by Wang Wei, picking mulberry at sunrise, washing yarn at dusk, and playing in the water to "gather the lotus leaves before fishing boats"; Furthermore, being a flying butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's works, flying freely in a flowery garden, or flying piously in a Buddhist temple, kissing Buddhist scriptures that emit Buddha's light, and then seeing through the world of mortals, I fully realized ... However, I live in the information age of knowledge explosion. I have nothing to do with "the girl in confinement", nothing to do with "Miss Sang", let alone butterflies. In fact, I am just a humble mortal among all sentient beings. I don't like pop music, but I like to be a butterfly. I am not keen on "super girl", but I am loyal to Li Qingzhao. I don't like boring and difficult ancient Chinese, but I admire Zhuang Zhou very much. However, I can never be a real butterfly. I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have Zhuang Zhou's profound understanding. He knows that the sentence "A butterfly is me, I am a butterfly" is profound, but I will never understand it. Some people say that I am young and naive, aloof and quiet, and I don't know how to be tactful and sophisticated, and I don't know how to please others. Yes, it is my destiny to pursue freedom and plainness, and it is also the fate of butterflies!
Butterflies are beautiful and sacred, but I am so plain that I am doomed to miss them. "Since you can't be a butterfly, be a pupa! This life is a pupa, and the next life is a butterfly! " I've been comforting myself like this.
In order to be beautiful and bright in the next life, I have been striving to pursue and grow in this life. Even if I am dark, depressed and even ugly, I still have no regrets, because I have the beauty of the afterlife, and now I am working hard for the happiness of the afterlife. So, I spun silk with all my strength and grew up. I am very tired and miserable, but the thought that I am about to become a beautiful butterfly fills my heart with happiness. Because at that time, I will also interpret the beauty and sadness of "tears staining wings and picking butterflies and dancing flowers"
In order to become a butterfly, no matter what kind of pain and suffering I endure. But one day, I heard the singing of birds, the tinkling of streams, the rustling of breeze and even the voice of bloom. I know that spring is coming. I finally can't stand it. So, I worked hard to get my shell back. Suddenly, I felt unprecedented freedom. I can fly! But I still don't know if I am a flying butterfly. So, I flew to the lake with my wings, and I saw my reflection. At that moment, I burst into tears, because it was the reflection of a butterfly!
Later, I finally understood in tears that when I didn't want to be a pupa, my heart had already flown to the butterfly, but it wasn't a butterfly or a pupa, but a little girl turned into a flying saucer with pain and will. At the same time, I deeply understand a truth: the heart is there, the dream is there, and the hope is there!
Excerpts from American classic prose 2 Turn around, but you are so strange.
Laughter seems to be still lingering in my ears, and smiling faces seem to emerge in front of me. Just a casual turn, only to find that you and I have become so strange. ...
-inscription
Suddenly I feel that many things are afraid of' strangeness'. If the environment is unfamiliar, I may not find a way to hinder homesickness. If you are unfamiliar with your family, you may not be able to return to the harbor surrounded by true feelings; Unfamiliar friends may lose the trust precipitated by years; Stranger lovers may never be able to grasp the yesterday when they swore to each other ... strangeness is like a pot of cold water, which suddenly pours into my heart, cooling all enthusiasm, extinguishing all impulses, freezing all yearning and killing all hopes ... and many times, strangeness is as simple as that. Two people who looked at each other originally, one turn is enough to make a stranger in TIANYA DUAN.
Maybe life is not static. Sometimes, when we meet accidentally or inadvertently, even if there have been two better people, they are destined to become each other's passers-by. After all, how can this small corner of the world where we met achieve an earth-shattering legend? Perhaps the figure of passers-by was just to render the indispensable colors of life. You just forget that I will remember you and me in the years to come. If we can have a if, will we have a new choice, when we meet in the gorgeous sunset, when we meet by the quiet running water, or smile at each other, or pass by? If I can do it, I don't think I will lose anything, but without you, I don't know if what I wrote on the title page full of my memory is right or wrong.
Everyone has his own attitude towards life, and everyone has his own life. We will never understand the rhythm of others' lives, so there is no need to think too much about others. Friends or lovers, everyone has a corner that they don't want others to touch. Because of unnecessary harm, misunderstanding and entanglement, we are always used to choosing silence. But will silence really calm everything down? No, more silence will only bring more embarrassment and estrangement. You and I are behind this wall called estrangement. I don't know you across the wall, and you don't know me behind the wall. You and I just wait quietly, waiting for the bud of love to die for no reason, but insisting that this seems to be an' early death' without concern.
You and I both know a lot of things, but neither of us gave each other a chance, even if it was a mistake. Today, we silently walk on the other side of the river of time, writing our own life. When we are tired, look at the sparkling water, maybe we will see you and me intertwined in the water. But what's the use? If you are worried that the river will wet your shoes, it is bound to be the result of paleness now. I admit that all disabilities are more often due to my worry and cowardice. I am really afraid, when there is an endless road to go between us, how will we bear the loss, and what role will we calmly quit. I only wish, each other's turn, just to change their attitude and continue to live.
Life is like this, every minute is live broadcast, and we can't tolerate too much self-deception and prevarication. You will also feel that life is like minesweeping. There are always a few places where you don't know whether it is mine or space. The road to Ma Pingchuan is easy, of course, but there are no colorful flowers. The ups and downs of the road are difficult, but it is really a thrilling spectacle along the way. When I turned around, it turned out that we all went our separate ways like this, as if we had never crossed and interfered. A person's road may not be brilliant enough, but it is also flat and weak, and he may encounter difficulties, but he has never told or shared his frustrations. In this way, we walked, only knowing that the road under our feet was with us. Walking, we know that there is only a shallow confusion in our hearts. What kind of loss makes me feel so silent, just turn around and feel strange about the scenery I saw along the way? ...