Classical prose recitation manuscript 1
Yi Meng Qian nian zui west building
Take the wine to the west building and watch the moon silently. Sit in front of the pavilion and play a song of high mountains and flowing water. Singing by the water, leaning against the fence by the wind, dancing under the moon to find shadows, dancing out a fragrance. Facing the fiery wind, I forgot the laughter of night and dawn. Dear, you are standing in the clouds, smiling in that direction.
In that direction, I look, laugh, scream and scream. Finally, the gentle breeze gently blew to me and kissed my blushing face. You are like a gentle wind, caressing gently, and I am like a smiling lotus, blooming happily. Just a gentle hug, a happy kiss, and your heart is drunk?
You said that it was your soul that came to me quietly and settled deeply in my soft heart.
In the moonlight like water, you touch the piano, I dance my shirt, you sing, and my tea adds fragrance. Long skirts are fluttering, and dancing is endless in the graceful and ancient fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry. In this way, you set foot on the road of poetry, set foot on the flowers and rhyme, late arrival.
So, those stories danced lightly outside the dream. I seem to be in a dream, and I don't seem to be in a state.
Last night, the rain gently rolled clouds, and the rainbow laughed in the morning. The night has passed, and the azaleas bloom in Chu Qing after the rain. According to a wisp of breeze, send off spring and summer Jiangnan, and poor money mountain wants to accompany you.
Weave a dream, weave those dense feelings into that beautiful dream one by one, and miss dancing with long sleeves in the song of the silent night.
Pretty woman, ashamed to return to the moon. If you fall like a hook, your dream will dance. Ask the east wind, when will it be windy on the branches?
Drunk and sleepless, speechless and lovesick. Sleepless at night, my heart is like a double screen. Ask the bright moon, drunk west building for thousands of years.
? Hui LAN zhi Xin
Classical prose recitation manuscript II
Autumn rain is wonderful.
As the saying goes: an inch of autumn rain is cool, and the autumn frost is yellow all night. It's almost the Double Ninth Festival, and autumn is maturing. Lakes and mountains have become colorful, lonely and calm unconsciously. Nature, with a profound and sophisticated Zen artistic conception, declares a solemn beauty to the earth. This charm is the figure of autumn rain and its melodious rhythm.
I sat quietly in my study, listening to the sound of autumn rain outside the window. It is refreshing and plain, just like a spiritual pearl falling from the dust, graceful, light lotus steps, ethereal and charming. I put down the scroll in my hand, gently pushed open the window and stretched out a numb hand to let? Tick tock? Rain drops on your palm. I feel a little coolness spread from my palm to my whole body, making the summer heat disappear without a trace. I savor the beauty of raindrops, they are pearl-shaped, round and exquisite; The color is like glass, crystal clear. This round of autumn rain is somewhat Zen, and there is a sigh in the clarity; In the meantime, there is an extraordinary smell, which is also fragrant, astringent, alcoholic and sour. I understand that this is the full brewing of the four seasons, the selfless dedication of the earth, full of deep affection for this harvest. I seem to see: when autumn rain falls on sorghum, sorghum laughs and blushes; Autumn rain fell on the rice, and the rice smiled and bent; Autumn rain falls on the maple leaf, which turns red; There is a touch of sunset that shoots a golden light from the cloud gap and dyes the earth golden. Ah! This is the dress of autumn, the background color of autumn, and the mighty coast of peace. What a bumper harvest!
Autumn rain falls from the heavenly palace like a shower. With a sense of pride, it washes away the dust in people's journey and the dusty pages of the calendar, deliberately giving the world a fragrant and rich dream.
Autumn rain is always full of silk, lingering, dancing with the autumn wind, as if weak and boneless, if the pearl is broken, it will slowly spread to Yuhuan, Shan Ye, flowers and trees. Tiny raindrops bathe you quietly and the vast land. . ? Who said that the rain was soft and there was no wind, and Qiu Lai lived in natural conditions? Autumn rain contains the feelings of heaven and earth, pouring out the heart of the universe; She was affectionate and meaningful, causing chrysanthemums to bloom and calling back the flying geese. She is like a burning flame in love, igniting the sentiment of the season and illuminating the world. This feeling comes from God's giving, which contains the connotation of heaven and earth.
Classical prose recitation manuscript 3
Romantic experience
After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the canal water in the old depression in the east of the village was no longer cold, the fish and grass were washed bright green by the clear canal, the grass nodes suddenly grew thick and long, and the thin leaves drifted with the tide in the quiet water like laver leaves. Some small fish, shrimps and loaches come out of nowhere, or swim freely in aquatic plants or soak in willow branches. They are so smart and pleasant. In late spring and early summer, the best time of the year in Luoshui began.
There will always be some weak idlers and us restless children on the bank of the canal. Adults often squat or sit on the edge of canals and piers, grasping homemade fishing rods, sucking sweat and silently watching floating objects on the water like dozing off. Children or three or five people gathered around them, consciously holding their breath, motionless, without saying a word, just staring at the float. At the moment when the fish and shrimp are fished out, they all jump around to pull the wire, take the fish and shrimp and take the racket. Quiet as a virgin, moving as a cunning rabbit? .
These fishing rods are extremely simple. More fastidious people use bamboo poles that support mosquito nets at home in summer as fishing rods, nylon wires as fishing lines, wheat awn needles (that is, pins) as fishing hooks, and thick stems cut from rooster hair as fish floats; Others mostly use a reed or a relatively straight tree as a fishing rod and several foreign lines as fishing lines. After the small needle is roasted with fire, it is bent into a fishhook. The fish float is made of several thin sorghum stalks or peeled garlic stalks, and the black and red earthworms dug from the edge of the cesspit are packed in broken bowls or bottles. Now it seems that these fishing tackle are extremely short and rough. However, it is this primitive fishing tackle and primitive method that really catches buckets of fish.
I won't be idle without fishing rod. I secretly took out a small bamboo basket from home, tied a rope on the basket, ran to the canal, threw the basket into the water, and then slowly pulled it out. You can always catch some small fish and shrimp in each basket. Pick up the small fish and put them in glass bottles. Squeeze out Qingjiang shrimp and learn to bite it in adults' mouths. It smells fishy and salty, not to mention how beautiful it is. Unfortunately, there is no fishing tackle, which can't satisfy children's interest. Having a fishing rod has become a childhood wish.
The day before yesterday, my wife told me on the phone that my father-in-law had been addicted to fishing since last summer, and he would gladly accept the invitation of nature, rain or shine. I am silent. It's like seeing a fisherman and a fishing rod on the banks of the Ilo River. They are free to go in and out, happy-go-lucky, clear-headed and unhindered.
The care and persistence of the first half of my life, with a luxurious fishing rod, did not catch wisdom and interest; I hope I can use the rest of my life to understand and feel the elegance of nature, just like a breeze, bathing in the sunset and fishing for the romantic moon.