-Ma Zhiyuan "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si "
At the beginning of the poem, "A dead vine is a faint cry", I began to write from a nearby place. On the branch of an old tree with dead vines, I counted Western jackdaw in the west, and it burst into tears.
If you are far away from people, the end of the world is long, it is dusk, and the rural customs are still unknown, how can you ban it? The urging of this old tree in western Western jackdaw makes people feel scared and cold? The long journey home has affected the flood of homesickness. How can people who leave with heavy steps come back?
Vines, trees and crows are common landscapes in rural areas, but once they are combined with "withered", "old" and "faint", a bleak and cold atmosphere immediately spreads between the lines. Like a dark cloud approaching, it gradually captured people's hearts.
On my way home, I suddenly saw a village in the distance. There was a small bridge running water in the village and I lived by the water. Smoke is floating in the sky, curling with the wind, like a wandering soul trapped in the guest's body.
The wind, blowing from thousands of miles away, can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
The man led a thin horse across the bridge. The stream was clear, and he saw his face, with wrinkles like mountains and gray temples. Old, a word that has never stopped in my heart, suddenly and abruptly appeared in front of me, so sharp that people can't escape!
A good paragraph of about 3. 100 words plus appreciation makes people full, witty in discussion and accurate in notes.
Therefore, journalists who don't often write must have a strong memory, those who don't often plan must be born smart, and those who don't often read must deceive the world. Only when they have skills can they be ignorant and obvious. Reading history makes people wise, reading poems makes people witty, mathematics makes people careful, science makes people deep, ethics makes people grave, and the study of logic and rhetoric makes people able to contend: all that they have learned are adult products.
Once a person's intelligence is strangled, reading can make him smooth. If the intelligence is not concentrated, you can study mathematics, because you need to concentrate on doing the problem, and you need to repeat it if you are slightly distracted; If you can't tell, you can read scholasticism, because these people are picky people; If you are not good at seeking common ground while reserving differences and trying to prove one thing to another, you can look at the lawyer's file.
In this way, whenever there is a defect in the brain, there is a specific medicine that can be cured.
4. Ask for a beautiful prose about 150 words, and appreciate Yu He genre: Prose by Zhang Xiaofeng.
Once, walking through a lotus pond in the rain, a pool of Lv Yun stretches, with a unique semi-open red lotus in the middle.
I paused in amazement for a while, as if I couldn't open my mouth, but I wanted to talk again, and I would be red or not, waiting for a fragrant red lotus!
The rain all over the sky is indifferent, however, there is such a red lotus in the distant gray! Like a pile of fire about to ignite, like a can of color about to pour! Standing in Chi Pan, although I didn't want to get the moon, I made some mistakes.
Isn't life just a rain? You used to exult in ignorance, you used to ponder in obsession-but more often, you have to endure cold and humidity, helplessness and loneliness, and live with the illusion of sunny days.
However, look at that lotus, how dedicated and selfless it is in the rain. When there is no sunshine, it is sunshine itself. When there is no joy, it is joy itself! There is such a perfect and self-sufficient world in a lotus flower!
A pool of green, a pool of silent songs, and a humble roadside in the country-is there truth only in philosophy books? Only the institute has the answer? How many beautiful and kind images a simple He Yu has drawn, and how many centuries of pride a slender green leaf has supported! If there is a load in the pool and a load in my heart, what will happen in the long rainy season?
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Male writers generally conquer readers with profound thoughts, grand sense of history and birds sweeping the earth, while female writers impress readers with thorough emotions, accurate intuition and the appropriateness of water droplets rolling over the skin. However, Zhang Xiaofeng is different. Her writing style is atmospheric, without any pink flavor, with profound thoughts and delicate feelings.
Her heart is often touched by a flower and a breeze. When she wrote about walking through the lotus pond in the rain, she saw a half-opened red lotus, and stopped for a moment in surprise, which triggered an infinite sigh for life, imperceptibly realized its hidden meaning, and triggered people's spiritual shock and thinking about life with unique vision and poetic brushwork. The author chose "Yu He", an image with China cultural implication, and praised the outstanding aristocratic temperament and the clank and pride that supported the century.
Novel metaphor and astonishing exaggeration are Zhang Xiaofeng's unique ways to express his artistic feelings. Such as red-violet in the rain, "like a pile of fire about to ignite, like a can of color about to dump"! The green in the pool is "a pool of silent songs", and Yu He's spirit "has supported the pride of centuries!" Imagination is rich and peculiar, and rhetoric is flexible and changeable, which shows the author's extraordinary language expression and artistic creativity.
This article is so good that it is difficult to describe it all. Critics in Taiwan Province Province once praised her writing style: "The pen is as hot as the sun, the frost and snow are pure, the writing has the fragrance of cold plum, and the words are as ice", which is amazing.
5. Excerpts from American literature (more than 200 words), plus appreciation (150 words), the 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-you see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play sad music; You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside; You also heard: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land ... without you, who would 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 am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.
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 happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, "the joys and sorrows of the villagers" and raised me. 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! Let me make up for all this now.
I love you, my mother! On the old rhinoceros water in the south of the Yangtze River, an ancient stone bridge arches like a delicate eyebrow. Under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes, all swaying in the waves; The river bank is narrow and steep; There are cloisters on the shore, and teahouses, bookstores and restaurants extend to the river; There are also residents, the stone steps at the back door of residents, and sisters squatting on the stone steps, washing vegetables, stepping on their feet and washing rice; Their printed towels are like colorful herbs; Their gentle words, like the return of Yan Zi, are playing the whisper of love; On the bridge, under the bridge and in the basket, there are fresh squid, swordfish and mandarin fish; In the bamboo basket, there are water-soaked water chestnuts, lotus roots, cymbals and water chestnuts; The small street, although paved with stone slabs, seems to be soaked in water, like a river harbor, smelling fishy ... Maybe this is Jiangnan. A sketch of Jiangnan corner.
Suzhou pingtan, the soft voice of the silk string; That girl is more beautiful and smarter than Shi; Perhaps, this is the image and character of Jiangnan ... Appreciation: the prose poem Jiangnan is a beautiful article: beauty lies in its poetic artistic conception; Beauty lies in its witty remarks, which are meaningful. The combination of emotional beauty and linguistic beauty has become the unique style of this article.
Jiangnan is a beautiful picture of Jiangnan water town, which is fascinating to read. Taking Jiangnan as the topic, it is difficult to write: the vast Jiangnan has too many landscapes and customs to write, and how to write and choose the angle is quite painstaking.
In this paper, the unique region of "Jiangnan Water Town" is appropriately selected, and the waterscape and characters are outlined with stretched and concise pen and ink. The full text is only 285 words, and it is only a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. But this corner is the epitome of Jiangnan, a typical Jiangnan with outstanding characteristics.
There is indeed a leaf that knows the beauty of autumn. Pastoral Poetry [Czech Republic] Carl Chapik Holland is a country with water, flowers and pastures.
On the green lowlands between canals, black and white cattle, black-headed cattle and black cattle with white waist and blue mouth are grazing. Some cows are covered with damp-proof blankets on their backs.
Cattle eat grass and ruminate, sometimes standing still, as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady and has a dignified manner.
The old cow, like the parents of the cattle, is very dignified. At first glance, it is surrounded by green velvet grasslands and black and white cattle.
This is the real Holland. This is the real Netherlands: turquoise lowlands are embedded among canals, and herds of horses are fierce and strong, with legs as thick as cylinders and manes fluttering in the wind.
Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom. There are white sheep on the lowlands, and they are carefree on the green grassland like a paradise.
The black pigs kept snoring, as if to express their approval for something. There are thousands of chickens and long-haired goats, but none.
This is the real Holland. Only in the evening did I see someone coming by boat, sitting on a small bench and milking a serious and silent cow.
The golden sunset lay in the western sky, with occasional whistle in the distance, and then silence. Here, no one shouts, and the bell hanging around the cow's neck doesn't ring, and the milkman is more silent.
In the canal, ships full of milk barrels run slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains carry cans of milk to the city. After the car passed, everything was calm again. The dog didn't bark, the cows in the pen didn't make the sound of Cleisthenes, and the horseshoe didn't kick the baffle of the stable. It's really quiet
Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance glow slightly. This is the real Holland.
[Note] The author Karl Chapik (1890~ 1938) is a Czech novelist and playwright. This article is selected from his masterpiece Ming Shen Chi [Appreciation]. At the beginning of this paper, the Dutch characteristics are marked, "the country of water, the country of flowers and the country of pasture". Later, focusing on pasture, he painted the "real Holland" full of "pastoral poetry" with kind and peaceful brushwork, which showed the author's longing for pastoral life and expressed his love for peace and hatred for war.
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6. Beautiful sentences+appreciation (appreciation should be about 100 words). I am not afraid of clouds covering my eyes. I am at the highest level-Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty.
I'm not afraid of clouds covering my vision, because I'm standing at the top of the mountain. Metaphor the author is far-sighted and far-sighted. Modern people cite it to show that with political insight, people can stand tall, see far and see the essence of things clearly. No matter what political "cloud" can confuse yourself or shake your determination.
Don't attract people by words, don't waste words by people-Confucius in the Spring and Autumn Period
Don't emphasize a person just because his words are beautiful (it depends on his actual actions), and don't abolish his correct words just because he is not easy to make mistakes. Inspire people to analyze and examine someone and some remarks comprehensively.
There is no latitude and longitude in the road ahead, and the skin is dark yellow in spring and autumn —— A Dream of Red Mansions
When crabs walk, they crawl at will, and the road ahead does not distinguish between east, west, north and south. Who has any "Pi Li Chun Qiu" to show it? There are only some black crab droppings and crab roe in my stomach. Now I quote to satirize those ugly people who bully the weak and fear the hard and are unruly. "The golden jade is outside, but the defeat is among them." Piri Chunqiu: On the surface, I don't criticize others' right or wrong, but I have a good or bad view in my heart.
7. Excerpt from American English (about 150 words)+appreciation (more than 200 words) A sudden desert storm made a traveler lose his way. What is even more frightening is that the traveler's backpack full of water and dry food was also swept away by the storm. He searched all his pockets and found a green apple. "Ah, I still have an apple!" The traveler shouted in surprise.
He clung to the apple and looked for a way out in the desert alone. Whenever thirst, hunger and fatigue strike, he will take a look at the apple in his hand and sip his chapped lips, which suddenly adds a lot of strength.
One day passed and two days passed. On the third day, the traveler finally walked out of the desert. He never bit the green apple, because it was too dry, so he held it in his hand like a child.
While people deeply admire travelers, they can't help but be surprised that a seemingly unremarkable green apple has such incredible magical power!
Yes, this is the power of faith! This is the power of spirit! Faith is the starting point of success and a strong pillar to support the building of life. In the journey of life, it is impossible to always have smooth sailing and everything goes well. Some people may be physically defective or sick after birth, but they can become strong in life and create miracles that ordinary people can't create, which depends on faith. For an aspirant, faith is a magic weapon and a long river of hope.
The power of faith lies in that even in adversity, it can help you raise the sail of progress; The greatness of faith lies in the courage to live even in misfortune. Faith is the eternal flame in the heart. Faith is the internal motive force to ensure the success of pursuing goals throughout life. The greatest value of faith is to support people to pursue beautiful things diligently. A firm belief is a rose that never fades.
My life is in myself, not in heaven.