Prose is a literary genre together with poetry, novels, and dramas. Now please enjoy the 800-word selection of high school prose I brought!
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The 800-word selection of high school prose: Praise for the Spring Breeze
?The desire to wear clothes Wet apricot blossoms rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling. ?The spring breeze blows, blowing the hair to dance with her, blowing the willow silk to sway for her, blowing the flowers to bloom for her------The spring breeze blows on your face, gently, gently kissing your cheek, itching So excited, I started to blush unconsciously. Being drunk, so thoroughly, so selflessly drunk is the wind.
Look, the spring breeze is coming with colorful auspicious clouds, exuding wisps of refreshing fragrance. She turned into a delicate grass bud and emerged from the solid earth; she turned into a wild goose returning from the north and flew back from the distant sky; she turned into a silk scarf on a girl's body and emerged from the bustling crowd. Come and go ------The warm spring breeze is the messenger of spring. Look, she flew over the mountains and rivers, leaving behind traces of green, passing over the earth, leaving behind bursts of refreshment, drifting across the green fields, leaving behind little bits of emerald light.
The spring breeze narrates the lingering and pathos whispers. ?I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ?The slender willow leaves, with their clear veins, are indeed the work of the spring breeze. ?The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ?The spring breeze blowing green in the south of the Yangtze River, when did you become a messenger again, conveying the homesickness of wanderers? Spring breeze, why don't you cross Yumen Pass and swirl in the sound of Qiang flute. The peach blossoms are still there, welcoming the spring breeze with a bright smile, and blooming with their beauty like flowers.
In the season of spring breeze blowing, nestling in the embrace of nature, wandering in the poetic and picturesque scenery of splash-ink landscapes, it is so free and easy, so happy. The caress of the spring breeze makes the wild flowers gradually become enchanting, and Asakusa is free of horse hooves. It also makes the spring tide bring rain in a hurry. ?The spring rain is falling, and at the invitation of the spring breeze, we also come to participate in this grand spring banquet. As a result, the spring rain, accompanied by the wind girl, fell into the sky like a meteor, playing a beautiful melody, and the smart notes floated in the wind. The trembling colorful staff hangs diagonally on the treetops, like colorful flowers dancing on the trembling branches and leaves. Not just some elegant poet blurted out the wise words "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently", which echoed the elegant music.
The spring breeze turns into rain, and the spring rain plays with the wind. They were playing and laughing, unknowingly cleansing their dirty hearts. At the same time, the seeds of purity are scattered to the earth, so that the innocent childlike innocence can blossom and bear fruit in the world.
The spring breeze is fluttering, carrying people's expectations and hopes, and flying into the distance carrying the blessings of all things. But the feeling of the spring breeze blowing on my face is still very clear and intoxicating.
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Selected 800 words of high school prose: Sighing on China
What is China? Heroes travel around the nine states, sages joke about the world, poets miss their country when they are in trouble, and wanderers Wandering and homesick. As time goes by, after singing, I look at the length of five thousand years and sigh at the vastness of eighty thousand miles.
China is beautiful, with its mountains, rivers, and the essence of the sun and moon.
If it is spring, it is like a green mountain, full of peach blossoms; the sound of water is gurgling, and the birds are chirping; the flying catkins are competing, and the hairsprings are mixed together. The cobwebs in the room are newly knotted, and the swallows are dancing outside the house; whispers are transmitted through the silk threads, and stars are dotted into the painting.
If it’s summer in Ruofu, the camphor is dyed green, and the lotus is reflected in red; carps are playing in the water, and the sunset is burning in the fire; the beautiful lakes are beautiful, and the stacks are beautiful. The old man sits quietly and meditates, the vendor sells watermelon; the clouds on the mountain disperse slightly, and the lotus boat rows lightly on the lake.
If it is autumn, the wild fruits hang low and the domestic vines hang high; the mist can be weaved and the dead leaves can be stepped on; the chrysanthemums are graceful and quiet, and the drunken shrimps are ignorant. The late frost stains the fallen leaves, and the dusk mist desolates the remaining flowers; the wild geese send letters to the corners of the sea, and the wild cranes wander leisurely to the ends of the earth.
If it is winter, the silver clothes are in full bloom and the plain clothes are big; the vast white river is silent and solemn; the low hills are covered with ice, and the high towers are surrounded by snow. The green pines show simplicity, and the red plums add elegance; the clouds disperse and the water dries up the old trees, and the grass withers and the flowers fade away.
China is magnificent, and it is full of grace when looking at its past dynasties.
I still remember the prosperous Tang Dynasty, when the land was vast and thousands of miles apart, and there were tens of thousands of households scattered across it. Storms and clouds gather and disperse, the water and trees are clear; poems and songs are sung, and the prosperity is prosperous; the waves of wheat are like the sea, and the colorful brocade is like the clouds; picking up relics and closing the house, it is passed down as a good story. When the nobles drink fine wine, Bai Ding often tastes good tea; when someone plays the strings, they play the pipa in unison.
I still remember the Song Dynasty, when the prime minister was full of poems and books, and the farmers were as talented as ever. Idle ponds and quiet pavilions, dilapidated buildings and tall towers; lyrics and tunes, literary wonders; bustling streets, mixed with pearls and jade; great rivers and mountains, unparalleled elegance. You can enter the wilderness, climb the cliffs, visit Penglai, and be intoxicated by the Three Gorges. The beautiful woman plays the flute in the south of the Yangtze River, and the barbarian girl plays the flute in the north.
What a shame for China, a century-old shame and a lifetime of scars.
Strong ships and cannons break the veil. Smoking opium, his physical condition gradually deteriorated; after making a treaty, all the country was his. The old capital of Beijing was destroyed by the British and French; the ancient city of Nanjing saw only massacres. Blood, tears, rotting corpses, looting, burning and killing; the land of China collapsed everywhere. The strings of the guzheng are broken, and the tragic songs are muted; sadness is eternal, but youth is fleeting.
However, the country has been destroyed, what is home? Young China, work hard! Work hard! Revolution of 1891, Reform Movement of 1898.
I once thought of the green building leaning against the red building, but now I think of the golden war and the iron horse; the sleeping lion is frightened away from sleep, and the sick man abandons his bed; he only regrets that he has no way to serve the country, and he has already had his hair.
Look for a mountain forest, find an ancient temple; play a good game of chess, enjoy a famous flower; drink a cup of strong wine, taste a cup of strong tea; watch the rise and fall of life, and sigh about China!
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Selected 800 words of high school prose: Difficulties are not something I fear
Born in the world and existing in the universe, I do not have the majestic courage to conquer the storm, nor the Emperor Wu. Raising the whip to the east and never regretting it even after nine deaths, it is not as grand as Sima Qian's success in becoming a family, but I long for Tao Yuanming's contentment and to have a world of my own.
Perhaps, I am like the child who fell. At this time, I am undergoing a furnace fire. The expectations of family, school, and society make me at a loss. Although I fell down, I was able to get up again. I never doubted my ability.
I am not afraid of difficulties. I am willing to go on by myself, no matter if I fall, no matter if I fail. I just want a pair of wings to fly freely. Please let me get up on my own. Because I firmly believe that one flower withered cannot desolate the entire spring; one star falls cannot dim the entire universe; one failure cannot affect my desire for tomorrow.
I am not afraid of difficulties. Standing on the threshold of history, I picked up shells of success one after another, full of setbacks. No one's life is smooth sailing. I was originally named Xia Yangzi, and he crossed the dragon gate when he was young. His literary talent was brilliant, and his iron pen cast his heroic soul. How can corruption and punishment be affected? How can a great ambition be degenerated by itself? Live up to the ambition of a man and be a great historian for thousands of years. Having achieved "Historical Song" and "Unrhymed Li Sao", he lived an inhuman life in prison and suffered the humiliating punishment of castration. However, setbacks could not overwhelm him. Didn't he get up from the setbacks?
Zhongniee wrote "Spring and Autumn", Sun Tzu Binjiao revised the "Art of War"; Bu Wei moved to Shu and passed it down to Lu Lan. These great men and women only achieved success after going through hardships. After setbacks, emperors and generals can accomplish great things; after difficulties, I will hold up the rising sun of tomorrow, use the longitude as the path and the road as the latitude, and look for me. The longing for peach blossom land.
I am not afraid of difficulties, but I can easily lose my way. Too much care makes me have trouble sleeping and eating, for fear of taking the wrong path again, and too much love will make me spoiled. I am not afraid of difficulties, I long for the courage and confidence to overcome difficulties.
In this increasingly competitive and extravagant world, if you don’t have the ability to stand up on your own, you won’t be able to stand for a long time. I eagerly hope to gain this ability.
Don’t use words to attack my self-confidence. I will be reborn with my passionate blood. Don’t help me with your hands. I will stand up bravely on my own. Not all pressure will yield good results. If necessary, please give me free space. I want to thank you for all the care and love, but I call for my space even more. Give me a chance to get up on my own! Not all perfections make people successful, and not all regrets are nothing. I am not afraid of difficulties, please let me stand up on my own.