Excerpts from American paragraphs and appreciation of 1 Brooke
A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are thick green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.
Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
Look at the parade on donkeys, some suona play sad music;
You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;
You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...
Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;
Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?
Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
When I was by your side and found myself a teenager, I had to travel far away.
Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
Appreciation: at the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once "left my childhood figure", which made me enjoy the joy like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, "the joys and sorrows of the villagers" and sent away the "I" she raised. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream. Mom. You watched me grow up and took good care of me. I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Now let me make it up to you. I love you, my mother!
Excerpts and appreciation of American paragraphs II. Madame Curie and persistent colleagues finally discovered a wonderful radioactive element-radium; Edison walked with perseverance, and after thousands of experiments, he finally invented the electric light, which brought light to people in the dark. Beethoven and his persistent peers, although deaf in both ears, still created a symphony of destiny; Sima Qian walked with persistent colleagues and dedicated a wonderful historian's swan song to people. ...
Persistent walking can make us firm, let us never give up, and let us reach the other side of success …
On the rugged mountain road, a blind monk who was in a hurry asked an old man the way: "Where is Lothabo Temple?" The old man replied, "Just go over two mountains." Seeing the blind monk resolutely moving forward, the old man couldn't help worrying and asked, "How can the elders cross the mountains and mountains because they are blind?" Without looking back, the blind monk calmly dropped four words: "There is a way in my heart ..."
I'm sure the blind monk will be able to reach the Rosaborg Temple that he yearns for in his heart. His simple sentence "There is a way in my heart" expresses a kind of spirit and a belief in unremitting walking.
Calligrapher Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is unprecedented. And this exquisite word stems from his persistent peers, so that the pool for washing brush every day becomes Mo Chi. His son, Wang Xianzhi, practiced calligraphy for a few days when he was a teenager, but he showed his mother the copybook that his father had reviewed, but her mother said in a word that it was just a bit like his father's handwriting, but it was actually written by his father. Since then, he has devoted himself to following his father's teachings, exhausted several buckets of water at home, and finally became a generation of calligraphy masters. It can be seen that Wang and his son came through with perseverance, and finally the calligraphy was unparalleled.
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Walking with persistence is doomed to go through storms, but persistence tells us: "Sunshine always comes after storms." Walking with persistence is doomed to face loneliness or bitterness. But insist on telling us: "What's the harm of getting a thorny fragrant rose, even if it's all hurt?" Insist on always looking at us with firm eyes: "Come with me and you will get a basket of surprises."
Madame Curie, who walked persistently, told us: "I am willing to explore the unknown elements persistently, which brings me infinite pleasure and surprise." Edison, who walked persistently, said, "I must realize what I believe." Even if I fail thousands of times, who can say that I can't see success in that 10 1 time? " Beethoven, who walked persistently, said, "Music is my life, and I am as obsessed with music creation as I am with my own life." Sima Qian, who walked with perseverance, told us: "Because I saw the persistent eyes that my father gave me when he died, my pen for recording history could not stop ..."
Persistence is the perseverance that drops of water and wears away stones. Persistence is Kuafu's never-ending pace of chasing the sun. Persistence is the firm belief of Jingwei in reclaiming land. ...
On the road of life, if we choose a partner, then we should choose to persist. Keep going, just like being with camels in the desert, we will definitely find a beautiful oasis at the end of the vast sand sea.
Appreciation: Clean and neat works. It can be seen that the author's writing skills are very deep, and this exquisite article is revealed from the author's pen. Maybe the more suffering you experience, the more sweetness you can feel. In this bitterness and sweetness, we need that persistent connection, persistent struggle for hope, and suffering for hope. What awaits us may be failure or hardship, but we still have youth and we can make a comeback. The flame of life has dyed our sky red.
Excerpts and appreciation of American paragraphs 3 Youth is sometimes extremely short and sometimes extremely long. I know very well, because I am as young as you. In front of the classroom window, I used to stare at the campus where the four seasons have not changed, just like you, wondering about my future destiny. I used to think that, like you, either way, it would be much better than sitting in the classroom.
At that time, I wondered why the teacher never interfered and let me dream one lesson at a time.
Today, I know that he, like me today, smiled and reread the youth we experienced over and over again from our young and full faces.
Appreciation: I like Xi Murong's ci. I always like to read her again and again at dusk, indulging in the romance between the lines and the aestheticism between the lines. I was moved by her attitude towards life, by her eyes that found beauty everywhere, and by the pen in her hand that could write a trickle and draw a flowing water.
And this song "Youth by the Window" fascinates me with the profession of teachers. I think people who can be with children will always be young. I took over the students from one session to another, watched the childish faces mature, and then started the next round of sailing.
Young time is too thin, the fingers of youth are too wide, and too many years will flow away inadvertently. Let those who have walked out of the classroom walk out of the time of sitting in the classroom, re-enter the classroom and enter a different teacher life. Then, we sat at the window of the classroom with the children and fantasized about the outside world. These daydreams give us dreams and the beauty of youth.
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web, covering the whole autumn world. The world is dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The gray clouds piled up in the sky are like powder peeling off the roof.
Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Rome, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall are drooping and full of tears, sighing their bad luck there for only two days. When the weather is good, they will encounter such a moldy and steaming rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.
It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in a bright cassock, was baptized by the rain with his head down and his eyes closed. The wet red brick exudes irritating pig blood, which is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the damp and moldy soil; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The pattern of gray spots on its back corresponds to the dim sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone.
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a gentle web, covering the whole autumn world.
Appreciation: Sometimes I don't like Zhang Ailing's writing so much, just like this autumn rain, others will write warm breath, while her writing is dark and gloomy, and the brush strokes alone make people shudder.
But perhaps this is the charm of Zhang Ailing's writing, flashy and dark, but so real, which has detected the deepest part of people's hearts. This article uses meticulous brushwork, only metaphor and personification, and writes autumn rain vividly, with a dull and lonely color. In this article, full of gray, melancholy, gloomy and sparse, a ridiculous life, the only budding ray of hope is the low osmanthus tree that nobody cares about.
When writing this article, it is said that she was only 15 years old. I don't know why she understands it so deeply, and I don't know what kind of truth she is, and she can't get out of her inner haze. However, her writing is so brilliant, gorgeous, vivid and exquisite that only China's writing can fully express it.
However, two years later, my teacher Bates died, my friends were few, and my conscience did not allow me to fool around like many colleagues, so my business gradually declined. I discussed it with my wife and a few friends and decided to go out to sea again. I worked as a surgeon on two ships and sailed to east indies and the West Indies many times in six years, so my wealth increased. Because I am always lucky to get a lot of books, I read many excellent works in my spare time. After landing, I observed the customs and temperament of the local people and learned their language. With my strong memory, it is easier to learn. Because the last voyage was not smooth, I began to get tired of life at sea and wanted to stay at home with my wife and children. I moved from Laozhourui Street to Shoukou Lane and then to Weiping, hoping to get some business in the sailors' gang, but I didn't get it. Three years passed quickly, and it seemed that luck was hopeless, so I accepted the generous offer of Captain William prichard, the owner of the antelope. At that time, he was preparing to sail in the South Pacific. 1699 On May 4th, we set sail from Bristol, a seaport in the south of England. Our voyage started smoothly.
Appreciation: After reading this book, I admire Gulliver's wisdom, courage and adventurous spirit. He is a unique person, and at the sight of the sea, he can't restrain his inner impulse to take risks. As a doctor, he traveled around the world and took risks everywhere on the grounds that the crew saw a doctor.
What really makes me feel that her life has come to an end is that she left me and will never come again. It's not that she lost her breath, nor that her heart stopped beating, but that her loving eyes, which always followed me at any time and place, closed behind her eyelids forever and never looked at me again. When I think of her eyes whose pupils have spread and will never turn, my hair stands on end and my heart aches.
I can't believe that mom will never see me again. In spring, my mother peeled apples for me. I believe I can recognize her peeled apples at a glance from countless peeled apples. Every place where I change knives has the radian she can cut and the length she can cut, which is frank and sincere. Just a few months ago, my mother cooked Chinese medicine for me ... I opened her eyelids and wanted her to look at me again. But the little aunt said that mom would never close her eyes.
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When I read this, my heart is always aching. I am afraid that one day I will feel the pain of wanting to raise a child but can't wait. So I will cherish every inch of time with my family from now on. This passage describes many scenes about mother in simple and sincere words, which is touching and touching. I remember Taylor said: The least time-wasting thing is to be with the people you cherish. Go * * * to encourage.
After the deep call, the whole world was shrouded in the shadow of snow-white flowers.
The sky is clear, the mountains stretch, and clusters of white flowers are like flowing rivers. It seems that all life in the world should come by appointment. At this moment, in the sunshine as transparent as honey, they cheered at the same time and rotated at the same time, turning into countless floating points.
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This passage depicts the beautiful scenery of tung flowers in full bloom with vivid and beautiful brushstrokes. The combination of vision and hearing, dynamic and static, is full of vitality and movement. The author compares the prosperous and blooming scene to a flowing river, and compares the sunlight to alcohol and honey, and describes this scene beautifully. The last sentence strengthens the language situation, making people feel the vitality of the eruption when tung flowers are in full bloom, as if the whole hillside is covered with tung flowers, and the tension of life is infinitely extended.
At that time, I was in Nanjing, and I just started to remember some fragmentary things. Beautiful villages often appear in this painting. I quietly walked away from the adults and sat alone on the grass. The plane leaves began to fall and fall, and many mysterious aesthetic feelings fell into my heart together. I was lost at once, and my little heart could hardly bear the excitement. I just picked up a fallen leaf in confusion. The leaves are yellow-brown and curved, like a boat carrying dreams. There are two beautiful phoenix trees beside the boat, which will last for a long time. Every time there is a gust of wind, I shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick up the plane trees all over the ground. There must be one or two buttonwood trees that I didn't pick up sprouting on the grass, right? Twenty years later, I seem to hear the distant west wind and the rustling of leaves in the wind. I can also see those boats carrying dreams, sailing on the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.
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This passage expresses the love for buttonwood leaves with beautiful brushstrokes. The onomatopoeic words of "Sasha Vujacic" are vivid and vivid, allowing readers to guess the scene. Mysterious Beauty describes the characteristics of phoenix tree in autumn, which is mysterious and beautiful. Indus leaves are full of infinite charm and beauty in the author's eyes, which is very infectious. The shape of buttonwood leaves is vividly described by metaphor. The author describes the color and shape, and compares the leaves to a ship, which has a side. On the ship's side is a buttonwood tree, which fascinates everyone who looks at it and wants to see this beautiful buttonwood tree. The author has a rich imagination and shows the beauty of autumn to the fullest.
Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with those wings. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, looked around, and finally dared not publish statistics.
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Zhang Xiaofeng's personification makes my heart beat. I think of the spring in my home and the picture of birds soaring in the sky. The author compares birds to bad mathematicians, measuring the sky. This magical imagination impressed everyone, writing about the liveliness and agility of birds and the beauty of spring, and showing the author's love for spring.
The prosperity of the city has puzzled my eyes. I can't find myself, but my hometown depends on it. Even if you live happily in a certain city, there is always something invisible pulling you in your heart. One is at home, the other is firmly tied to your heart, and it hurts when you pull it. Especially for people who have been away from their hometown for a long time, especially in the dead of night, the more mellow this cup of wine in their hometown is, the clearer the image of their hometown is, and it is obviously distressing for mellow people not to wake up. "If you stay away from hate like spring grass, you can go further and live." It is precisely because of this homesickness and homesickness that we can't get rid of it even if we go to the ends of the earth, so as to comfort the wandering people and make the wandering heart no longer lonely.
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This passage expresses my concern and fetters for my hometown. Even though the city is so prosperous, our hometown still lives in our hearts. Hometown is our root and the mark of our growth. This passage is beautiful and lyrical, just right and infectious, so that we are all moved by the small emotional appeal of our hometown. Quote "hate is like spring grass, go further and still be alive", and express our yearning for our hometown in the world by poetry. The application of duality in many places and the strengthening of language potential express the author's deep attachment to his hometown.
Tea caves are built by mountains and rivers. On the side near the mountain, the wall climbed up the mountain like a long snake. On the waterfront side, there is room to set up a pier by the river outside the city and park a covered boat in the bay. When the boat went down, it took tung oil, green salt and dyed seeds. Upward, cotton, cotton yarn and cloth groceries are transported with seafood. There is a river street across the pier. Most of the houses are on land and half are in water. Because the rooms are limited, those houses are equipped with diaojiao buildings.
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Good landscape writing should be concise and full of descriptive power. You can't find gorgeous words in Shen Congwen's pen, but you can clearly feel the outline of the scenery from such brushstrokes. "The wall is like a long snake, climbing up the mountain", and the unspeakable taste complements the faint breath of the article.
Now, the sun has risen, and the fog has gradually dispersed. vilen is green and looks soft, which makes me feel that even if I accidentally fall from this mountain, I won't scratch a piece of skin. If I am bounced twice at most, I will get a green color that can't be washed out by a sock. And the river around the foot of the mountain is also green. It is another kind of green, bright, as if mixed with oil. As for the mountain, it's still green, but it's just a bunch of dark green, which makes people feel that no matter where you start, you can't open a crack. People think that even if you dig it down two floors, its green color will not fade. In addition, my screen window is also green, very light green, really as ethereal as the gauze skirt of ancient beauty under the sunlight. You think, how can I write to you on such a green morning without being full of vibrant green?
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The author fully mobilized his vision and touch, and wrote the green in spring. Metaphors are used in many places, and the images are vivid. I like this passage because it is very warm after reading it. Where does this warmth come from? I think it flowed from those warm words. "Bright", "rich" and "full of vitality" are more poetic and beautiful because they are written for children. The green color in the author's works seems to be alive and flowing, as if it appeared in the letter. I like green, too. I like this piece of green written by the author. Their energy makes people feel happy and hopeful.
Later, someone told me that some of them fell because they jumped from my waist to the ground. But they will be back soon. One person dares to go where he can see my whole face. He raised his hands and looked up in surprise. He shouted in a sharp and clear voice, "Gul is near Qin Hai". Others shouted this sentence several times, but I didn't understand what they meant at that time. Readers can believe that lying like this has made me very uncomfortable, and finally I struggled to get rid of the bondage. I was lucky enough to break the rope at once and pull out the wooden nail that tied my left arm to the ground. I raised my left arm in front of me and found out how they tied me up. At this time, I pulled hard, although it hurt, but I still loosened the rope that tied my hair on the left, so that I could turn my head a little more than two inches. But before I could catch them, they ran away; They shouted in unison, and after the shouting, I heard a man shout, "Taurgo Funak"; Blink of an eye, I felt a hundred arrows hit my left hand, stabbing me like a needle; Then they shoot into the air for a while, just like we Europeans throw explosives. I felt that many arrows landed on me (although I didn't think so), and some landed on my face, so I quickly covered my face with my left hand. After the arrow rain passed, I groaned sadly. After a while, I struggled to leave. They shot another arrow longer than the one they just released, and someone tried to stab me in the waist with a spear. Fortunately, I was wearing a leather vest, so they couldn't get in.
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From the beginning, the novel laid the tone of the whole book with whimsy. Gulliver was blown to a desert island by a storm, and when he woke up, he found himself tied up by more than a hundred thugs. This passage vividly describes the words and deeds of young people who entered Gulliver's field of vision for the first time, especially their behavior of constantly shooting Gulliver with arrows, which laid the groundwork for the future plot development.
The opening writing is concise and clear. The writer once said: "I would rather tell ordinary facts in the simplest and simplest style, because I wrote this book mainly for you, not for entertainment." Although Gulliver's travel scenes and experiences in different countries are different, the layout and style of the whole novel are consistent. Gulliver described in detail the cause and effect of each voyage, and the complicated plot was narrated according to time and spatial order, with concise and vivid words and strong stories.
Xi Murong's Fairy Tales: American Paragraph 8 1 Excerpts and Appreciation
After the deep call, the whole world was shrouded in the shadow of snow-white flowers.
The sky is clear, the mountains stretch, and clusters of white flowers are like flowing rivers. It seems that all life in the world should come by appointment. At this moment, in the sunshine as transparent as honey, they cheered at the same time and rotated at the same time, turning into countless floating points.
Such an afternoon full of white flowers always feels deja vu, and always feels that it is an aggregation that can be put into any kind of time and space. It can be put into the Book of Songs, Chu Ci, classicism and post-impressionism-there should be such an afternoon and such an early summer in any beautiful record of mankind.
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This passage depicts the beautiful scenery of tung flowers in full bloom with vivid and beautiful brushstrokes. The combination of vision and hearing, dynamic and static, is full of vitality and movement. The author compares the prosperous and blooming scene to a flowing river, and compares the sunlight to alcohol and honey, and describes this scene beautifully. The last sentence strengthens the language situation, making people feel the vitality of the eruption when tung flowers are in full bloom, as if the whole hillside is covered with tung flowers, and the tension of life is infinitely extended.
The author's imagination is full of romantic dreams.
2. Excerpted from Zhang Ailing's Autumn Rain
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The world is dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The gray clouds piled up in the sky are like peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes and lamented their poor luck there. Only after two sunny days, they met such a moldy and steaming rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.
Appreciate:
Sometimes I don't like Zhang Ailing's writing so much. Just like this autumn rain, others will write a warm breath, but she writes in a dark and gloomy way. The brush strokes alone make people feel cold and chilling.
But perhaps this is the charm of Zhang Ailing's writing, flashy and dark, but so real, which has detected the deepest part of people's hearts. This article is meticulous with a pen, and only uses metaphors and personification to write autumn rain vividly, with a dull and lonely color. In this article, full of gray, melancholy, gloomy and sparse, a meaningless funny life, the only glimmer of hope is the low osmanthus tree that nobody cares about.
3. Extracted from the first snow in Zhang Xiaofeng.
Now, the sun has risen, and the fog has gradually dispersed. vilen is green and looks soft, which makes me feel that even if I accidentally fall from this mountain, I won't scratch a piece of skin. If I am bounced twice at most, I will get a green color that can't be washed out by a sock. And the river around the foot of the mountain is also green. It is another kind of green, bright, as if mixed with oil. As for the mountain, it's still green, but it's just a bunch of dark green, which makes people feel that no matter where you start, you can't open a crack. People think that even if you dig it down two floors, its green color will not fade. In addition, my screen window is also green, very light green, really as ethereal as the gauze skirt of ancient beauty under the sunlight. You think, how can I write to you on such a green morning without being full of vibrant green?
Appreciate:
The author fully mobilized his vision and touch, and wrote the green in spring. Metaphors are used in many places, and the images are vivid. I like this passage because it is very warm after reading it. Where does this warmth come from? I think it flowed from those warm words. "Bright", "rich" and "full of vitality" are more poetic and beautiful because they are written for children. The green color in the author's works seems to be alive and flowing, as if it appeared in the letter. I like green, too. I like this piece of green written by the author. Their energy makes people feel happy and hopeful.
4. Excerpted from Zhang Xiaofeng's Autumn in Autumn.
At that time, I was in Nanjing, and I just started to remember some fragmentary things. Beautiful villages often appear in this painting. I quietly walked away from the adults and sat alone on the grass. The plane leaves began to fall and fall, and many mysterious aesthetic feelings fell into my heart together. I was lost at once, and my little heart could hardly bear the excitement. I just picked up a fallen leaf in confusion. The leaves are yellow-brown and curved, like a boat carrying dreams. There are two beautiful phoenix trees beside the boat, which will last for a long time. Every time there is a gust of wind, I shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick up the plane trees all over the ground. There must be one or two buttonwood trees that I didn't pick up sprouting on the grass, right? Twenty years later, I seem to hear the distant west wind and the rustling of leaves in the wind. I can also see those boats carrying dreams, sailing on the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.
Appreciate:
This passage expresses the love for buttonwood leaves with beautiful brushstrokes. The onomatopoeic words of "Sasha Vujacic" are vivid and vivid, allowing readers to guess the scene. Mysterious Beauty describes the characteristics of phoenix tree in autumn, which is mysterious and beautiful. Indus leaves are full of infinite charm and beauty in the author's eyes, which is very infectious. The shape of buttonwood leaves is vividly described by metaphor. The author describes the color and shape, and compares the leaves to a ship, which has a side. On the ship's side is a buttonwood tree, which fascinates everyone who looks at it and wants to see this beautiful buttonwood tree. The author has a rich imagination and shows the beauty of autumn to the fullest.