Excerpts from beautiful paragraphs in Bing Xin's prose (1) Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past. In the past, the waves beat against the embankment of a thousand stones, but now it has stagnated. The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.
2. Love is on the right, sympathy is on the left, walk on both sides of the road of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, decorate this long journey with seasonal flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears can fall, and they will not be sad. The flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
Looking at the distant mountains, not in the morning fog, pale and wanting nothing. There is only one light blue mountain peak across the sky. People's cooking smoke is on the mountain, and it's in the valley, just like Yun Qi. The morning sun shines brightly on the endless clean green fields. After washing and dressing, I stood by the window for half an hour. In this solemn and great environment, I can only silently bow my head and praise the creator of omnipotent wisdom.
There are no two things exactly the same in the world, and the two hairs on your head are not the same length. However? Please praise the children with me! There is only mother's love in the world, whether it is hidden or obvious, whether it is revealed or not, whether you use spiritual scales, rulers or weights and measures to speculate; My mother is to me, your mother is to you, she and her mother are to her and him; Their love is generally profound and there is no difference. Kid! I dare say and believe that no one dares to refute this sentence through the ages. When I discovered this sacred secret, I was moved to cry on my desk!
Excerpts from beautiful paragraphs in Bing Xin's prose (2) 1. The scenery outside the window is immersed in my tired heart, which makes me carefree and intoxicated.
Sometimes the river looks as far as the eye can see, and the river sails slightly. Under the morning light, it is extremely clear and beautiful. I have always liked the scenery in the north, so I have to fall in love with the elegance and gentleness of Jiangnan.
Tonight the night is as cold as water, and there is only myself under the lamp.
It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. By this time, I can't hold back.
A cool breeze blew gently and the ship was sailing on the ice. After crossing the Korean border, the sea is like a lake. Blue pole and green pole, condensed into one. The golden light of the sunset, like a long snake, went straight from the horizon to the stands of others. From the sky to the water in front of the ship, from light red to dark green, it has become dozens of colors, one layer after another. ? Children, I hate that I can't draw. Words are the most useless things in the world. I can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene!
In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depressed color. It's freezing, but it doesn't bring a trace of moisture. The cold of soaking bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a loose and cold substance stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thoughts will be frozen, and emotions and romance will be thrown out of the clouds in an instant. In this way,
At this time, there are only dry roots and leaves left in the lotus pond with flowers and leaves in summer. I've long lost that bejeweled charm. The cold wind shook gently, and the dead leaves withered, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying. If there is another cold rain, it will make the flowers fall even worse, which means that Li Yishan has left the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
Excerpts from beautiful paragraphs in Bing Xin's prose (3) 1. Star? part
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
2. spring water? part
Another year,
Still blowing slightly like this,
Can I take another photo?
Spring water quietly thanked me and said:
? My friend!
I never left a shadow,
Not just for you. ?
3. At sea? part
Anyone who floats alone in a boat under a rock on a gloomy and slightly rainy morning will lament the silent and gloomy beauty of the universe. The rocks and the sea are shrouded in turbid fog cages, and the waves are still slowly advancing and retreating. Wash the rocks.
4. Send it to young readers? part
After crossing the Korean border, the sea is like a lake. Blue pole and green pole, condensed into one.
This time out of Wusongkou, the whole day's voyage was sparkling microwave. A cool breeze blew gently and the ship was sailing on the ice.
Everything in the world is just millions of large and small mirrors, overlapping and contrasting, reflecting and reflecting; So the world has so much splendor, Hong Ying-like splendor.
Pieces of it overflowed. Children, I hate that I can't draw. Words are the most useless things in the world. I can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene!
Clusters, clusters, green flowers also stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children all took off their clothes and flew to the ground like a sieve.
No dandelion, no daisy, no ordinary, no transcendence.
Love is on the left, love is on the right, walk on both sides of the road of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, decorate this path with fragrant flowers for a long time, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain when they step on thorns; I don't feel sad when I have tears to shed.
5. pictures? part
Strolling at the foot of the mountain gate, have you ever wanted to visit the victory?
Turning the ravine, it is a field full of green grass, and the shadows of towering trees are endless. Behind the tree is a curved stone bridge, and behind the bridge are two lions crouching in the afterglow. Looking back, only a piece of broken tiles and broken walls and a peeling red door are deeply closed. It turned out to be the tomb of my hometown! How to use it to feel the ups and downs and print a picture?
Halfway up the mountain, thousands of swallows are flying around the temple. The battlements-like walls, the white stone tunnel and the yellow-green glazed tile gatehouse are exquisite. In front of the building, the sunset glow on the mountain is bright red, and behind the building, there are plain village trees on the horizon, deep blue and purple. In the twilight,, blend together. Is it Yuyu Qionglou? Is it Yaogong North Que? How to search for poems and print a picture?
Walk with your head down. Suddenly I remembered the broken sentence of a poem. ? In the south of the Yangtze River in April, there are no short trees, and everyone is in the shade. ? Why remember whose work this is, and why remember the full text of this poem. It's just that this has painted the home at the foot of the mountain!
6. Yi Ran is rain? part
The ground is wet, the flowers and plants are fresh, shrouded in misty morning smoke, and the ropes of the swing are also weighed down by the tide. Suddenly, the branches turned green, and the peach blossoms inside and outside the wall dispersed after a rain. Recalling the sentence "Peach Blossom (Dan) Heaven and Earth", I am independent in the breeze and feel carefree! I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain in the middle of the night and get up early on a cloudy day. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered, and the white petals floated on the water like a boat. There is only a small lotus leaf and a few pale yellow flower whiskers left on the stem. That red lotus, which was Han Dan last night, is full this morning, standing gracefully among the green leaves.
7. Spring in a day? part
Last winter was particularly cold and long. Every night, a person sitting under the lamp, listening to the north wind whistling in front of the window, listening to the vibration of the small building, feels that there is no warmth in his heart. In winter, all happiness, liveliness, strength and life seem to be frozen in the depths of every cell. I console myself with boredom and say, wait, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?