Good sentences in Zhu Ziqing's prose 1. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there.
2. The swallow has gone, and there is still time to come back; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But, smart you tell me, why are our days gone forever?
3. The coming days are like light smoke, dispersed by breeze and evaporated by Chu Yang, such as mist; What traces did I leave?
On the winding lotus pond, I am looking forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the sky. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
6. That winter, my grandmother died and my father's errand was handed over. It never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father.
7. People under the electric light only feel like ants and don't miss them. This is the last dream; Unfortunately, it is the shortest dream! Darkness came before us again and again, and we saw the dim and swaying lights on the empty boat on the shore. Our dream woke up and we knew we were going ashore; Our hearts are full of disillusionment.
8. When the light is on, the darkness becomes heavy: the hazy water surface is like a dream; The occasional flashing light is the eyes of a dream.
9. Moonlight, like running water, pours quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the bushes, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
10, thin blue fog is floating in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong.
1 1, peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you won't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking.
12, rain is the most common, that is, three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
13, I saw him wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe, stumbling to the railway and slowly leaning down. It's not difficult.
14, among the leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some are blooming gracefully (ni m ℉ o, nu ó), and some are playing with flowers shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance.
15, I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone; I just appreciate the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
16 The author made a highly summary of the passage of more than 8,000 days, and abstracted the time that passed in a hurry into "smoke" and "fog", with similar metaphors and novel associations. The faint smoke and fog are "blown away" and "evaporated" in an instant, and the days are so fleeting.
17, that winter, my grandmother died and my father's errand was handed over. It never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father.
18, when washing hands, the days come from the basin; When eating, the days come from the rice bowl; When I am silent, I come from my eyes.
19. I couldn't help crying when I saw my father and the messy things in the yard in Xuzhou and thought of my grandmother. Father said, "Don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "20. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are shy to play with flowers; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance.
2 1, I was restless for a few days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
22. "Blowing your face without cold wind" is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
23. His calmness, his silence, his arbitrariness and his refusal to look back are all manifestations of strength, and they are all manifestations of the strength of the strong. Never be a mother-in-law, never stick together, hit the nail on the head and make a clean break. That's why white people are white people. I am really a contradictory person. Anyway, the most important thing for us is to look at ourselves and the children! He is also God's beloved son; This, like the princes of past dynasties, has no seeds!
24. The lotus pond is all around, far and near. Trees are high and low, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs! I have nothing. I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem.
25. Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, () are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
26. I have always felt that children should belong to the whole world, not a country, a town or a family. Therefore, I can't tolerate children in China calling westerners "foreign devils". But this teenage white boy has been classified into two stereotypes: race and country. He has learned to use the advantages of race and the strength of the country to attack me. This attack is actually a small shadow of many attacks, and his face is printed with a diplomatic history of China. He came to Shanghai for a few days, or for a long time, and his father, parents, husband, father, even the same country, the same species trampled on the pride of the people of China; And his reading materials added fuel to the fire, making China useless, so as to gain his prestige.
27. At first glance, the sparse forest and the faint moon line the blue sky, quite like a wild river crossing; Over there, lush and gloomy, it seems to hide endless darkness: it is almost unbelievable that it is the bustling Qinhuai River. However, the dim lights in the river, the vertical and horizontal painting boats, the melodious flute rhyme and the squeak of the huqin finally let us know the Qinhuai River, which is as green as old wine.
28. Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
29. There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, with some efforts and some hope.
30. The author made a highly summary of the passage of more than 8,000 days, and abstractly washed away time as "like smoke" and "like mist", with similar metaphors and novel associations. The faint smoke and fog are "blown away" and "evaporated" in an instant, and the days are so fleeting. The author feels the passage of time wholeheartedly.
Zhu Ziqing's prose sentence 2 1) But light can't take away the moonlight over there. The light is turbid, the moonlight is clear, and there is a clear glow in the chaotic light, but it is a miracle! The moon has dropped by two or three minutes that night.
2) She put on her makeup very late and proudly put on willow branches.
3) The sky is blue and lovely, like a pool of water; The moon is even more energetic.
4) There are three or two poplars on the shore, and the faint shadows are swaying in the water.
5) Their slender branches are bathed in moonlight, just like beautiful women's arms, intertwining and holding each other; Like the hair of the moon.
6) And the moon occasionally peeks at us from their intersection, which is a little girl's shyness.
7) There are several other unknown old trees standing naked on the shore; Shining in the moonlight.
8) But he seems to be an old man with hale and hearty spirits.
9) In the distance-almost the skyline, only one or two white clouds are as bright as beautiful shells.
10) Under the white clouds is the outline of a dark area; This is an irregular curve drawn randomly.
1 1) This scene is very different from the smell in the river.
12) but the lamp and the moon can coexist and blend, making the moon a lingering moon, and the lamp exudes ethereal brilliance; This is the reason why the Qinhuai River is thick, and it is also the reason why we are thick.
13) The water of Qinhuai River is blue and turbid; Does it look thick but not greasy, or is it condensed from the gold powder of the Six Dynasties? When we first boarded the ship, it was still dark, and the rippling soft waves were so quiet and euphemistic that we wanted to have a vast sky while looking forward to drunkenness.
14) When the light is on, the darkness becomes heavy: the hazy water surface is like a dream; The occasional flashing light is the eyes of a dream.
15) we sat in the front of the engine room, as if we had been walking with our heads held high because of the rising ceiling; So those of us who boarded the cloud nine looked at the ships moored in the comfortable bay, and the lantern-like figure on the ship was like the lower bound, far away and hazy like watching flowers in the fog.
16) By this time, we had crossed the Lishe Bridge and saw the East Junction.
17) There were intermittent songs along the road: some floated from the prostitute building along the river, and some came from the boat on the river.
18) We know that those songs are just traditional words, which are mechanically derived from the original sound; However, they have been blown by the breeze and waves on a summer night. When they reach our ears gracefully, not only their songs, but also the whispers of the breeze and the river.
19) so we have to be provoked and shocked, and the phase is ups and downs in this song.
20) Turn from the east intersection to the bay, and you will soon reach the Dazhong Bridge.
2 1) Dazhong Bridge * * * has three arches, all wide, just like three gates; Let us feel that our boat and when we pass under the bridge are really colorless.
22) The bridge brick is dark brown, indicating that it has a long history; But they are all intact, which makes people worry too much about the firmness and beauty of ancient projects.
23) there should be a street between the houses with wooden walls on both sides of the bridge? These houses are dilapidated, and the traces of smoke and dust have blurred the beauty of that year.
24) I imagine that it must be magnificent to build a house on such a vast bridge at the height of Qinhuai River; It must be brightly lit at night.