1. The more good sentences in The Story of the Sahara, the better, and the more points you give.
1. At dusk, the sun sets and the vast desert is dyed blood red. At this time, the drum sounded, and its sound was very gloomy and monotonous, and it spread far away. If you don't know in advance that it is a wedding, this mysterious rhythm is really scary. While wearing a sweater, I walked to my hometown, and at the same time fantasized that I ran into a beautiful story that was impossible to imagine. Use desert colors and drums to express the author's mood at that time. 2. "I don't want to give it to my family first, and then decorate me. I don't need clothes in the desert. " He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work. He wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character in one sentence, and also wrote the hardships of life at that time. The sun shone like molten iron, and I was sunburned to see that the world was spinning slowly. Write about Jose and the hardships of the weather at that time.
2. The story of Sahara has good words and sentences.
(1) Sahara desert P 12 1 ladder day after day, I, the "black sheep" who didn't grow up in the desert, how I spent that long and depressing time vividly.
This is a cool autumn. It's character description.
Personally, it's not bad. ) P 123 He built a family from scratch. He was wearing a khaki shirt and dirty jeans that day. His arms are strong, but his hands are rough. His hair and beard are covered with yellow dust. The wind blew his face to Jiao Hong, and his lips were chapped, but his eyes seemed to be hurt. (3) (And this) P239 Crying Camel She slowly opened her arms, wrapped in a dark blue dress and combed a low flower bun, and greeted me lovingly. Her eyes showed her true feelings. The sky behind her doesn't know when there is no morning gray cloud, and it is as blue as water.
④P24 1 There is no second Sahara in the world. Only those who love it will show you its beauty and gentleness, silently repay your love with its eternal earth and sky, and silently promise your promise. I hope your children and grandchildren will be born in its arms. There are many good paragraphs in the book, and the whole book is also very durable. I hope you can finish reading it! O(∩_∩)O .
3. Appreciation of Saharan stories and good sentences
1. It's dusk and the sun is setting, and the vast desert is dyed blood red. Then the drums sounded.
Get up, its sound is very depressing, monotonous and travels far, if it is not known in advance that it is a wedding, this kind.
The mysterious rhythm is really scary. I put on my sweater and walked to Handy's house, imagining myself running at the same time.
The beautiful story of Arabian Nights.
The combination of dynamic and static shows the author's mood at that time with the colors and drums of the desert.
After dinner, we sat on the roof. There was no wind that night. Jose told me to turn on the light, and it came on. Swarms of flying insects rushed over at once. They kept circling around the light, as if it were the only living thing they knew.
The two of us watch these little flying insects.
"What are you thinking?" Jose said.
"I was thinking that moths must be very happy when they put out the fire."
"I was thinking, why do we have to make furniture? Why can't we sit on the mat all our lives like Saharans? "
"Because we are not them."
"Why can't I change it, let me ask you?" I didn't think of this question until I held three pieces of wood.
"Why don't they eat pork?" Jose smiled.
"That is a religious issue, not a lifestyle issue."
"Why don't you like camel meat? Can't Christianity eat camels? "
"In my religion, camels are used for threading needles, not for other purposes."
"So we still need furniture to live a life without sadness."
That afternoon, I was sorting out several boxes of books shipped by sea and came across some photos of myself.
One, wearing a long skirt, fur coat, combed hair and long earrings, is listening to The Clown of Berlin Opera House.
The other is a winter night in Madrid, singing, dancing and drinking red wine with a large group of prodigals (women) in a small hotel in the old city. I am very beautiful in the photo, with long hair hanging down my shoulders and a smile.
I looked at the past one by one, leaving a big pile of photos and falling to the ground in vain. That kind of mood is like a dead body, which leads my soul to the homesickness platform to meet his relatives.
The sand is the same sand, the sky is the same sky and the tornado is the same tornado. At the end of this isolated world, in a place as primitive as heaven and earth, unfamiliar terms such as the United Nations, The Hague International Court of Justice and national self-determination are as faint and unreal as smoke to many people who really live here.
"This is my land and my parents are buried here." Shaida's eyes suddenly blurred, as if there were some unspeakable secrets and hidden pains in her heart, so she sat still and forgot to speak again.
"What about you? San Mao? " It was a long time before she asked me.
"I don't want to. I like it here. "
"What attracts you here?" She asked me strangely.
"What attracts me here? The sky is vast, scorching sun and storms, and there are joys and sorrows in a lonely life. Even these ignorant people, I love and hate them the same, very confused, alas! I can't figure it out myself. "
"What will happen to you if this land is yours?"
"Probably like you, I study nursing, but actually-what's the difference between mine and mine?" I sighed.
There is no second Sahara in the world. Only to those who love it, it presents its beauty and gentleness to you, silently returns your love with its eternal earth and sky, and silently promises you. I hope your children and grandchildren will be born in its arms.
Don't drag out an ignoble existence, go into exile!
Friend, we didn't know each other before, and we haven't met now, but why should we meet when we meet in life?
I don't feel close to you in Taipei, and I don't feel far away from you in Africa. As long as we know each other and appreciate each other, the end of the world is really so close!
Although I often hold the rudder of the boat of life, in the dark, I hang the shining guiding star quietly, but it is my God. I'll go wherever he tells me to go. In my heart, there is no fear, no sadness, only a little disappointment of parting.
Because of God's eternal love, I can learn to love everyone, every plant, every tree and every piece of sand in the world.
2. "I don't want it Give it to my family first, then decorate it for me. I don't need clothes in the desert. "
He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work.
In a word, he wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character and the hardships of life at that time.
The sun shines like molten iron, and I am basked in watching the world rotate slowly.
Write about Jose's hard work at that time and the weather.
4. The story of Sahara has good words and sentences.
(1) Sahara desert P 12 1 ladder day after day, I, the "black sheep" who didn't grow up in the desert, how I spent that long and depressing time vividly.
This is a cool autumn. It's character description.
Personally, it's not bad. ) P 123 He built a family from scratch. He was wearing a khaki shirt and dirty jeans that day. His arms are strong, but his hands are rough. His hair and beard are covered with yellow dust. The wind blew his face to Jiao Hong, and his lips were chapped, but his eyes seemed to be hurt. (3) (And this) P239 Crying Camel She slowly opened her arms, wrapped in a dark blue dress and combed a low flower bun, and greeted me lovingly. Her eyes showed her true feelings. The sky behind her doesn't know when there is no morning gray cloud, and it is as blue as water.
④P24 1 There is no second Sahara in the world. Only those who love it will show you its beauty and gentleness, silently repay your love with its eternal earth and sky, and silently promise your promise. I hope your children and grandchildren will be born in its arms. There are many good paragraphs in the book, and the whole book is also very durable. I hope you can finish reading it! O(∩_∩)O .
5. What are the good sentences in The Story of the Sahara?
1. At that time, I was like a wounded beast. A little thing would offend me and even make me cry. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky and forms the Sahara. Every time I miss you, a drop of water falls from the sky, thus forming the Pacific Ocean. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
He knows that I am a stubborn woman, and I won't change my plan. When I went to suffer in the desert for love, I decided to wander with him for life. Sanmao's Sahara story
4, deliberately looking for things, often can not be found. Everything in the world comes and goes in his time. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
When I smile, my face looks like spring flowers, which will definitely touch people, no matter who he is! -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
6. After dinner, we sat on the roof. There was no wind that night. Jose told me to turn on the light, and it came on. Swarms of flying insects rushed over at once. They kept circling around the light, as if it were the only living thing they knew. The two of us watch these little flying insects. What are you thinking about? Jose said. I was thinking that moths must be very happy when they put out the fire. The Story of Sahara —— Sanmao's Story of Sahara
7. I still know how to cherish every pebble in the sand. I can't bear to forget every sunrise and sunset. What's more, how can I erase them from my memory with a living face? -"The Story of Sahara" San Mao
8. People are really strange. Without outsiders to prove you, you often can't see your own value. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
If I don't like millionaires, I won't get married. If I like multimillionaires, I will get married. Sanmao's Sahara story
10, home, for everyone, is the source of joy! No matter how bitter it is, it is warm. Even if a slave has a home, he doesn't feel too sorry. The Story of Sahara-Dumb Slave (San Mao)
1 1, Jose has a great advantage. What San Mao did may seem crazy to others, but it seems natural to him. -"The Story of Sahara"
12, the process of life, whether it's Chun Xue, vegetables, tofu, I'll have a taste of what it is, so as not to waste such a trip! Sanmao's Sahara story
13, these are not very correct statements. Fortunately, how others analyze me has nothing to do with me. -The Story of Sahara/Sanmao
14, he who sees through, escapes into an empty net, obstinately dies, and loses his life in vain. In this way, he ate all the birds and threw them into the forest, and the land was so clean. -A Dream of Red Mansions is taken from San Mao's Story of the Sahara.
15, a free life, in my explanation, is spiritual civilization. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
1. About the author: Sanmao (1943 March 26th-199165438+1October 4th) was originally named Chen Maoping, and was later renamed Chen Ping.
2. 1943 was born in Chongqing, 1948 moved to Taiwan Province province with his parents, and he is a famous contemporary writer in China.
3, 1967 to study in Spain, and then to Germany, the United States and so on. 1973 settled in the western Sahara desert and married Jose.
4. 198 1 After returning to Taiwan Province, he once taught at the Culture University. 1984 resigned from his teaching post and concentrated on writing and speaking.
5. 199 1 1 died in the hospital at the age of 48.
6. Sanmao's works are also widely circulated in Chinese communities around the world. His life works and translations are very rich, with 24 kinds of * * *.
6. Classic sentences in Sahara stories
Horses, wasteland or teenagers in rainy season, fallen flowers in dreams, mother's back and the long road in Qian Shan are all good. Nothing is unnatural, and nothing is unacceptable. Fiction and fact and Zhuang Zhoudie want to give the world a horse generously. Of course, it is the kind of horse that stays in their hearts, dreams and fantasies. Just standing quietly outside the door in the sunset, let a familiar and distant burnout drown me again. The short road, when all is silent, seems to have no end forever, and I return to my youth step by step. In that studio, a teenager who doesn't want to talk, can't walk, can't hold a pen and doesn't care whether he is beautiful or not was nourished and irrigated to become the first rose in summer. From > I hope my sky is always blue, just a piece! Sometimes be hard on yourself and don't indulge your sadness and disappointment; Sometimes we have to be hard on the people we love deeply and put aside our love and memory for them.
When I grow up, I want to be a garbage collector ... I remember when I was young, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh. What is love and why is it so bitter and painful? As long as you can hold on, you will never give up until you die, and you will die without regret.
You and I were buried, and we left. Later, I once became a woman who didn't believe in love, so I left and walked into the desert, not to find love, but to find a nostalgia for past lives.
If I choose to end my life by myself, you should also understand, because it will be a kind of happiness for me. Because of God's eternal love, I can learn to love everything in this world.
When I smile, my face looks like spring flowers, which will definitely make people move, no matter who he is. The road is made up of feet and feet. Feet mean that roads come out with feet, and each one means that everyone has a different road.
Don't look at that wound, it will scar one day, and the scar won't fade, but it won't hurt any more. The taste of life, whether it's Chun Xue or green bean curd, should be tasted by yourself.
~ If I don't like it, I won't go to to marry a millionaire. If I like it, the multimillionaire will get married.
Sad people, give them comfort, hungry people, give them food, I can always do the latter. She said she likes the life of a long night, a cup of hot tea and a good book.
After all, people have to fly their own way, and it will be a blink of an eye if they don't see each other for thousands of years. I am as free as air, and I will never compromise when it interferes with my freedom of mind.
Vigorous love, lay down your life for reading. I was thinking that moths must be very happy when they put out the fire.
Love is like Zen in Buddhism. You can't say it. It's wrong to say it. After all, those who go first are happier, and those who stay are not strong. However, in this heart-wrenching pain, I still want to say-"For love's sake, let me drink this farewell cup!" What burns a person's soul is the love of life, and that is to die! I used my whole life to realize my dream. When my life passes away, I will sleep in it forever.
If you don't know now, it will be too late when you know in the future. It is most reliable to be friends with yourself, and pestering and beating will always be one of our own.
I am lucky, not my life! This life is my first love, and this life is my lover! Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, forming the Sahara from now on! Schools can roll, but books can't be read! People are sad because we can't keep the years; What is even more unbearable is that one day, youth will pass away like this. Life is not about length, but about whether you live happily.
One day, if you accidentally make a fortune, you have to take tens of millions of dollars, pour gasoline on it, light a fire, turn around and leave, and don't look at how it turns to ashes. This thing loves and hates ... good boy, what you are looking for is often not found. Everything in the world comes and goes in his time.
Fortunately, I am the one who is injured now. If it was Jose, I would fight God for him. After all-people, we came and left empty-handed, and everything we have in this world is only empty for a moment. Besides love, what can we take away and leave behind? Dust to dust, dirt to dirt, me and us! The sky is clean, I have flown! Life doesn't matter how long it is, whether it is happy or sad. Everything will pass. Because of flowers, because of water, because of my personal experience, because of my unfortunate fate, I was forced to mature. The price of all this should be regarded as the strength to live in the future.
Please refer to God's will, nothing that happens in the world is accidental, and one day all this will have an explanation. The rain outside the window is a tear in my heart, and that day will never end ... after all, people have to fly their own way, and a thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye! Let the blood flow with you, and it will completely flow to the last drop.
Go ahead, I don't care! You turned me down and hurt my self-esteem! The road is made up of feet and feet. Feet mean that roads come out with feet, and each one means that everyone has a different road.
When I smile, my face looks like spring flowers, which will definitely make people move, no matter who he is. Life is a slow process, just like water in summer. We should not worry about our thirties, nor should we worry about our fifties. When we are born, we don't have to expect death. All this will come.
All your dreams have come true, and you should die at once. The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the long flowing water makes many friends of a gentleman. Isn't love just the truth? Because of God's eternal love, I can learn to love everything in this world. The sun is always wet in the rain. I don't know if it's because of the rain or if I always wet this ribbon.
There are only a few kinds of happiness, sadness and joy in the world, but thousands of tears have thousands of different kinds of pain. Tears that can't be opened can only be solved by time! The world of mortals is ten feet high, and the vast sea of people is still my own dream. I don't know if I'm a guest, but I want to have fun at noon! Everything that ran away turned into a swarm of butterflies. Although I have long understood that most life in the world belongs to a flash in the pan, butterflies also belong to a flash in the pan, but I am still dazzled by their colors, and feel that all the mysteries and beauty of life have revealed all the answers in the transformation.
7. Do you have a story about Sahara?
1. At dusk, the sun sets and the vast desert is dyed blood red. At this time, the drum sounded, and its sound was very gloomy and monotonous, and it spread far away. If you don't know in advance that it is a wedding, this mysterious rhythm is really scary. When I was wearing a sweater, I was walking towards my lonely home, and I dreamed that I was walking into a beautiful story of Arabian Nights. Enjoy it. Use desert colors and drums to express the author's mood at that time. 2. "I don't want to give it to my family first, and then decorate me. I don't need clothes in the desert. " He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work. Appreciation: He wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character in one sentence, and also wrote about the hardships of life at that time. 3. The sun shines like molten iron. I am exposed to the sun and see the world slowly rotating. Appreciate:
8. Excerpt, evaluation and understanding of the wonderful paragraphs in The Story of the Sahara
1. It's dusk and the sun is setting, and the vast desert is dyed blood red.
At this time, the drum sounded, and its sound was very depressing, monotonous and spread far away. If you don't know in advance that it is a wedding, this mysterious rhythm is really scary. While wearing a sweater, I walked to my hometown in Handi, and at the same time fantasized that I was encountering a beautiful story that was impossible to imagine.
The combination of dynamic and static shows the author's mood at that time with the colors and drums of the desert. 2. "I don't want to give it to my family first, and then decorate me. I don't need clothes in the desert. " He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work.
In a word, he wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character and the hardships of life at that time. The sun shines like molten iron, and I am basked in watching the world rotate slowly.
Write about Jose's hard work at that time and the weather. When a moth puts out the fire, it must be happy. A woman scraped all the black flesh off her body, but she hasn't washed it off yet. Outside, her child cried. She ran out naked, brought in a few months old baby and sat on the ground to nurse.
The sewage from her chin, neck, face and hair flows to her chest, and the child sucks milk with this sewage. I stared at this horrible and filthy scene, and my stomach churned again. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I turned and ran out of the room.
I ran all the way to the outermost room, took a few breaths of fresh air, and then went back to the barbed wire to get clothes to wear. "They say you don't take a shower, just stand and watch. What is there to see? " The proprietress asked me with great interest.
"See how you take a bath." I answered her with a smile.
"You spent forty dollars just to have a look?" Her eyes widened. "Not expensive, it's worth coming.
""this is the outside of the body, but also the inside. " She said again.
"Wash inside?" I don't understand what she said. She made a gesture to gut me and surprised me.
"Where to wash? Please tell me. " I was surprised and happy, and my clothes were buckled wrong.
"At the seaside, go and have a look. In Bohado Bay, a lot of marijuana was built. In spring, I will go there for seven days and wash for seven days. " When I was cooking at night, I said to Jose, "She said she would wash it in it, too, by the sea in Bohado."
""Did you hear me right? "Jose was also taken aback." Yes, she also made a gesture. I want to have a look.
"I begged jose. It is not far from the small town of Ayong on the Atlantic coast. It takes less than 400 miles to go back and forth, and it can go back and forth in one day.
We heard that there is a bay in Bohado, and the other coast of Western Sahara, nearly a thousand miles away, is almost all rocks and has no beach. The car drove along the sand until the sea was not lost, and it took another hour to slowly find Bohado Bay on the rocky shore.
"Look, it's down there." Jose said.
Our car stopped at the edge of a broken rock, dozens of meters below, and the blue sea water quietly flowed into a semi-circular bay. There are countless white tents on the beach in the bay. Men, women and children walk around and look very comfortable and peaceful. "This troubled times and this kind of life.
"I sighed with envy. This is simply the realm of the Peach Blossom Garden. I can't go down. I've looked everywhere. The people below must have their secret path.
"Jose said after walking on the cliff. Jose pulled the new hemp rope out of the car and tied it to the bumper. Then he piled a big stone on the edge of the wheel and stuck it. When the rope was fastened, he threw it off the cliff.
"I'll teach you, don't hang your whole body weight on the rope. You should step on the stone under your feet. The rope is just to stabilize your things. Are you afraid? " I stood on the edge of the cliff and listened to his explanation. The wind made people tremble. "Are you afraid?" Ask me again.
"Very scared, quite scared." I'll be honest.
"Well, I'm afraid I'll go down first and you come." Jose went down with photographic equipment on his back.
I took off my shoes and hung barefoot on the cliff. A strange bird circled me halfway. I was afraid it would peck my eyes, so I had to hurry down to the ground. As a result, I was distracted and fell to the ground without much fear. "shh! This way.
"Jose is behind a big stone. When I landed, Jose told me not to make any noise. I saw three or five naked Sahrawi women carrying seawater.
These women carried the seawater from the bucket to the beach and poured it into a big jar with a belt tube under it to hold the water. One woman was lying on the beach, and the other put a tube into her body, like an enema, while holding a jar in her hand, and water flowed into her intestines through the tube.
I gave Jose a push, pointed to the telephoto lens and told him to put it on. He forgot to take a picture and looked amazed. Water flowed out of a big jar, and the woman next to it poured another jar of seawater and continued to pour it on the lying woman. After three times, the woman couldn't help moaning, and then she poured a big bucket of water. She began to scream, as if in great pain.
We are afraid to see behind the rock. This hose was finally pulled out and inserted into another woman's stomach for cleaning, and the woman who had poured water here was poured into her mouth again.
According to the proprietress of "Spring", it takes seven days to wash the interior three times a day. This is a veritable spring cleaning. It is incredible that a person's body can hold so much water. After a while, the woman covered in water staggered to her feet and walked slowly towards us.
She squatted on the beach and began to excrete. There are countless dirty things in her stomach, many of which are spilled. She immediately backed off and spilled it again. At the same time, she grabbed the sand with her hand, covered her spilled feces in front of her, spilled and buried it like this, and spilled more than a dozen piles without stopping. I couldn't help laughing when the woman squatted there and suddenly sang. Her scene was so funny that I couldn't help laughing.
Jose jumped up and covered my mouth, but it was too late. When the naked woman turned around and saw us behind the stone, her face was twisted with fear and her mouth was open. She ran dozens of steps screaming.
When we are called by her, we must stand up straight. When we watched it again, many people ran out of the tent over there. The woman pointed at us and they came at us angrily. "Run, jose.
"I want to laugh and feel nervous. I let out a yell and started running. After running, I called back: "It's very important to take a good photo camera! "We fled to the crane.
9. The more good sentences in The Story of the Sahara, the better, and the more points you give.
1. It's dusk and the sun is setting, and the vast desert is dyed blood red. Then the drums sounded.
Get up, its sound is very depressing, monotonous and travels far, if it is not known in advance that it is a wedding, this kind.
The mysterious rhythm is really scary. I put on my sweater and walked to Handy's house, imagining myself running at the same time.
The beautiful story of Arabian Nights.
The combination of dynamic and static shows the author's mood at that time with the colors and drums of the desert.
2. "I don't want it Give it to my family first, then decorate it for me. I don't need clothes in the desert. "
He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work.
In a word, he wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character and the hardships of life at that time.
The sun shines like molten iron, and I am basked in watching the world rotate slowly.
Write about Jose's hard work at that time and the weather.