Excerpts of beautiful passages from modern classics
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1. Excerpted from Xi Murong's "Tung Blossom"
After the low call passed, the whole world was covered Under the shade of snow-white flowers.
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, the mountains are stretching, and the clusters of white flowers are like a flowing river. It was as if all the lives in the world were invited to come. At this moment, under the transparent and mellow sunshine, they cheered at the same time, whirled at the same time, and transformed into countless free and floating light points at the same time.
Such an afternoon full of white flowers always feels familiar, and it always feels like a gathering that can be put into any kind of time and space. You can put it in the Book of Songs, you can put it in the Songs of Chu, you can put it in classicism, and at the same time you can put it in the writings of post-impressionism - in any beautiful record of human beings, there should be such an afternoon, such an early summer.
2. Excerpted from Zhang Ailing's "Autumn Rain"
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft net, covering the entire autumn world. The sky and the earth were dark, like the roofs of ancient houses covered with cobwebs. The gray-white clouds piled in the sky are like peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this ancient roof, everything is extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and grapevines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past midsummer. Now they have become the remains of ancient Roman buildings, shivering in the sound of rain, recalling the glorious past. The color of the grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, and no fresh flowers can be found underground; the delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory walls lowered their heads, with tears in their eyes, sighing at their misfortune. A beautiful sunny day meets with a rainy day filled with bad weather. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner has a few tender stamens as precious as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life sprouting.
3. Excerpted from Zhang Xiaofeng's "First Snow"
Now, the sun rises, the fog gradually dissipates, and the wilderness is green and soft, making me feel that even if I don't Be careful, if you fall down this mountain, you won't get a scratch on your skin. At most, it will be bounced twice and stained with green that cannot be washed away with a sock. And the small river around the foot of the mountain is also green, it is another kind of green, bright, as if it has been mixed with oil. As for the mountain, it is still green, but it is a pile of rich dark green, which makes It makes people feel that no matter where they start, they can't open a crack. It makes people feel that even if they peel off two layers of it, its green color will still not be reduced. In addition, my screen window is also green, a very light green. When the sun shines on it, it really looks as ethereal as the gauze skirt of an ancient beauty. You think, I am writing to you on such a green morning, how can my heart not be filled with vibrant green?
4. Excerpted from "Autumn Autumn" by Zhang Xiaofeng < /p>
At that time, in Nanjing, I had just begun to remember some fragmentary things. A beautiful countryside often appeared in the picture. I quietly walked away from the adults and sat alone on the grass. The leaves of the sycamore tree began to rustle. It fell, fell rustlingly, and many mysterious feelings of beauty fell into my heart. I suddenly became confused, and my little heart simply couldn't bear this excitement. I just picked up a fallen leaf in confusion. The leaves are yellow-brown and curved, like a boat carrying dreams, and there are two beautiful sycamore seeds growing on the side of the boat. Every time there was a gust of wind, I would shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick up phoenix trees lying on the ground. There must be one or two sycamore seeds that I haven't picked up yet sprouting on the grass, right? Twenty years later, I seem to be able to hear the distant west wind again, as well as the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind. I can still see those ships carrying dreams, sailing in the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.
Excerpt 2 of passages from modern classics
1. Such an afternoon full of white flowers always feels familiar, and it always feels like a gathering that can be put into any kind of time and space. It can be put into the Book of Songs, You can put it into Chu Ci, you can put it into classicism, you can also put it into the writing of post-impressionism - in any beautiful record of human beings, there should be such an afternoon, such an early summer.
< p> There are always early summers like this, there are always beautiful days in the sky, and white flowers are blooming high in the trees. There is always a woman in red walking through the green fields, and the breeze lifts her dress and hair, and the fields are full of flowers. New tea is planted, Polygonum flowers bloom, and thin wood sorrel grows.——Xi Murong's "Tung Blossom"
2. I looked at the river where the water and sky were the same color. , the sound of the waves comes from far and near, and the sobs reveal the fierce and heroic spirit. It is like the heavy breathing of the old man in history, like the hero holding the sword looking up to the sky and sighing, and more like the beautiful woman's sorrows that are getting more and more messy. I Understanding that the sound of the waves contains deep mysteries and heavenly ways, the philosophers and wise men were also confused. The white-haired fisherman on the riverbank cast a disdainful look at the philosopher. He rocked his light little sampan and appeared in the south and south of the Yangtze River. Between Jiangbei and Jiangbei, half of the cabin is filled with rain and smoke from the south of the Yangtze River, and half is filled with cauliflower from the north. The old fisherman raised his wine gourd and raised his head to the sky. The entire cabin was filled with the word "drunk" like a wild grass. He fell into a dream with the west wind and bright moon on his pillow, and the country and the dynasty Changing in one dream after another. The old fisherman murmured: A bubble and a handful of sand are the connotation of history.
——"Yangtze River"
3. Wandering in In the classical poems and songs, it is very antique to touch the lotus. My reading fingers are like breathing combing through the beautiful woman's temples. It is a numb, soft and slightly trembling feeling. My eyes are moistened by some tender lotus roots and can't help but feel moist. The lotus is shiny and clear. At this moment, the lotus is in the palm of my hand. The waist is slender, the song is melodious, and the two dances are intoxicated with hibiscus. The classical lotus is simply a synonym for beauty, gentleness and beauty. The waves move slightly, Luo Socks produce dust. The classical lotus flower symbolizes the Eastern charm of dignity, quietness, elegance and nobility. As young people grow older, year after year, the lotus flower still has its original appearance, as pure as first love and its color remains unchanged. Since you are destined not to be a dragon in this life, why not do it? A fish swims and plays among the lotus leaves. The stars in the sky are shaking into morning dew. As soon as you open your mouth, you will hear some clear words. The wind blows on the surface of the pond, and the leaves are exposed between the waves. Lightly in the transparency of the water The waist holding the lotus flower will no longer let the sentimental girl hold the green umbrella and lament and hesitate alone in the rainy season. The fish is happy. In the long river of poetry, hold a long pole and wander towards the place where the lotus flowers bloom. Looking back, the eyes are happy.
——Liu Xuegang's "Lotus in the South of the Yangtze River"
4. Yesterday, on the Taihang Mountains, there were layers of peaks and rocks, and abrupt and proud pines, but they were still in the void. The ten thousand year wheel has seen through the kites flying in the violent sky, seen through the fish flying in the shallow bottom, seen through the mist and rain, and seen through the mist and sorrow, seen through the sun, moon and stars, the wood carvings flowing with gold, and buried the feelings deeply in the cliffs. So I began to hesitate, I can't find what you have hidden. Fortunately, I found it. Taixing Qingming, you stored the years of tears in those bright mirror eyes. The rain wet your eyes, and then smiled and let passers-by use her hard work. The silent hint of washing my hands from the mountain spring that I worked so hard to get up, the rickety elegance, the wrinkles of the day, and the nostalgia of leaning on the well and looking forward to returning home every year, are the most beautiful things that my trip to Taihang brought me. There are two lines of words about love between lovers, and two lines of silent tears.
——"On the Qingming Rain"
5. I can't name it, and I can't sing it in full. The melody, but I know where it is, deepest in my heart
The softest corner, whenever the moon is particularly clear at night, the dusk is particularly windy, or when walking on a mountain road
turning the corner, walking through a vast field full of wild flowers, or in a city where the lights have just turned on, on a platform where a train is slowly moving
; on a specific In an instant, a familiar sadness will invade my heart, and the slow but familiar tune will appear on time, and I know that it is my song - a song that only belongs to me. The song of the wanderer.
——Xi Murong's "There is a Song"