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Chinese Reading Prose for College Entrance Examination (1)
It was dark and all around was silent. I'm still walking in Shan Ye, where mountains and shadows crisscross, just like the clang of halberds, recreating a bitter battle in ancient times. I remembered the sacrifices, blood and sadness of those battles, and my heart crossed with fear and pity. At this point, the stars appeared in turn and soon covered the sky. The field of vision is gradually bright, the mountain shadows become gentle and gentle, and the thin mountain road twists and turns in the moonlight, like a steady stream of milk. I unconsciously feel the kindness of the merciless universe. For a little blue devil, the universe actually uses all its lighting equipment: the Big Dipper, Vega, Sirius, Scorpio, Lyra and Virgo &; Hellip& amphellip At this time, they are all working for me at full capacity, and the fierce Sirius is also generating electricity and lighting for me. Every star overhead is casting light and tenderness on me at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second.
At this time, I am walking in the folds of mountains and in the mighty providence.
Cha, cha, cha, three consecutive meteors flashed across the sky in the south overhead, and it seemed as if there was a burning cloud floating in disorder on the top of the mountain. The dogs in the mountain village barked loudly, constantly questioning and asking about the sky. Due to the lack of astronomical knowledge, their questions have obviously not improved compared with their ancestors, and they still remain naive and naive before the times. Although meteors are making a lot of noise in the sky, teasing the guesses and inquiries of ignorant dogs, they have not interrupted the gambling of the rich in the summer resort at all. The sound of dice throwing drowned the tides of the Milky Way and deleted the noise in the sky. Smart gamblers who are familiar with economics are intoxicated with their astronomical figures, but they don't need or disdain any other astronomy, nor do they need or disdain to pay attention to and ask questions to the sky unless the stars fall and land a lot of gold and huge profits for them.
I have some respect for those ignorant dogs who ask questions to the sky: in this land dominated by commerce and economy, on this innocent night when the market is in power, I made a curious inquiry into the movement of the earth and the sky.
Walking on the mountain road across a mountain stream, I saw the highway not far away, almost walking side by side with me. I saw roaring cars, a group of spinning tires, and I saw the galloping modernity, leaving me with time and desire. I am a pedestrian, a person who keeps an ancient way of walking, a person who is not used to modern water and soil, a person who walks slowly with the pace of agriculture, and a person who keeps a polite distance from the roaring industry and the rushing modernity. I bypassed its rapidity and insisted on my slowness. They, the rushing iron, tires and modern people, abandoned me all the way and soon surpassed me and left me. I simply turned and folded into a mountain bay, surrounded by boundless forests and clear water. At this moment, I suddenly found that modernity is gone, I stayed, stayed in the ancient jungle, and stayed in the ancient mountains.
I looked up and saw the moon in the mountains, which was beautifully decorated by Lin Tao and the mountain wind. He wandered leisurely in Li Bai's sky, walked in Su Dongpo's artistic conception, and carefully stroked the fresh moss on the mountain and the basalt that left the footprints of Archaeopteryx &; Mdash& ampmdash It retains the expression of 200 million years ago.
At this moment, I suddenly realized the profound meaning of the word "fleeting".
At this time, I realized that the so-called high-speed modernization is just a program that modern people quickly delete themselves. Modernity is to take it away quickly and finally stay &; Mdash& ampmdash is destined to be the earth, the green hills, the basalt of Archaeopteryx and the moon of worship.
It's past midnight, the bright moon is slanting to the west, the Tianhe River is gradually falling, and the mountain shadows are faint. The early birds began to read aloud in droves, and the chickens in Shan Ye were crowing. On the side of the road, the lights of several farmers lit up one after another, and I stopped in the nearby yard. The shopkeeper is an old man in his sixties. He said that his son and daughter-in-law are working in other places, and he and his wife are farming, with their grandchildren and a cow in the third grade of primary school. While milking, he said that there is no shortage of grass in the mountains, and cows eat well and have more milk. Milk is milked in advance, and then sold to the milk dealer, who then sells it to the milk factory in the city. He said that while old bones was still active, he would earn a little, subsidize his family and prepare some pension money for himself. I squatted down to watch him milk, and the cow stood meekly. It doesn't care what flows into the milk bucket. It seems to be intoxicated with the pleasure of release, or it knows what it is, but it doesn't want to say it and doesn't care. It only feels that the people who raise it are grateful to it, and the grass stream is also grateful to it. What flows out is not its, but the sky, the earth and the people, but it belongs to it. The starlight shines on the cow and the old man. The old man and the cow carved by starlight are like the gods of dawn. The milk bucket is almost full, but the milk is still pouring in, and the stars are also pouring in. In a full bucket, starlight and milk are rippling. Once again, I looked at the sky from behind the old man and the cow. I see that the sinking and dim Milky Way seems to have given the universe enough milk. hellip& amphellip
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Chinese Reading Prose for College Entrance Examination (2)
What I do every day: get up in the morning and have a look at the wheat pile. A total of * * * five stacks, lined up. You can leave them alone all day. In the afternoon, before dark, check the fields again to see if anything suspicious moves this way.
There are many things hidden in this field. One person, five stacks of wheat, is also a hidden person, and no one wants anyone to find out. Even trees crouch for a long time, their trunks bend again and again, and their branches stretch on the ground. I have never seen a plant hold its head high like an poplar tree in the wilderness. There is something pressing the head of everything, pressing me.
For several afternoons, I noticed a dark shadow growing in the western wilderness. I can't see what that is. It curled up there alone and kept me awake for several nights. If something gets smaller and smaller next to you and finally disappears, you may not care at all. When something suddenly grows around you and becomes huge, you will feel panic and fear.
I got up at dawn in the morning and saw that the shadow was a little longer. Look at the wheat pile again. It seems to be much shorter overnight. I'm a little worried. I walked carefully with a shovel and walked in the wheat field for a while before I saw that it was a tree. A dead old tree suddenly grows many branches and leaves. I walk around the tree. Many leaves only grew last night, and I can feel that their branches and leaves are still growing and will grow more vigorously. I think the roots of this old tree must have gone deep into the lush water layer in the depths of the land.
Where a tree can thrive, it will definitely make a person live a decent life. I secretly remembered this place when I walked back. It was then that I began to vaguely realize that I had allowed myself to grow freely like a plant. Arms are too thin, legs are not thick, and courage is weak. I need a lot of things to grow. I seem to have forgotten to grow up for several years.
With the rest of the work completed bit by bit, inexplicable emptiness began to hang over the hut. When the work was finished, the sickle and shovel were thrown aside. Loneliness has become one thing. Loneliness and fear have become a major event.
For the first time, I feel like one, and they &; Mdash& ampmdash; The crowd, continuous and in piles, is facing me. My community is in Taipingqu Village dozens of miles away. At this moment, my villagers can't help me, nor can my friends and relatives.
My loneliness and fear come from the village. Everyone will eventually face the rest of loneliness and fear alone, whether in the crowd or in the wilderness. That belongs to him alone.
Just like a bug and a grass alone in its powerful community, facing its share of joy and pain. Other insects and grasses don't know.
A tree died and entered a dead period longer than a life without flowers and leaves. Other trees are still alive and flourishing. The sun shines on the green leaves and also on the dead trees. We can't see what a dead tree looks like in the sun. Its deeply buried roots are extending somewhere. We don't know what happened after death.
When a person dies, let's put it aside &; Mdash& ampmdash; Bury it. We live next to the grave. If you were alive, you would feel something was wrong. Who took this road, who did it, who said it, who loved that woman &; hellip& amphellip
I have lived among the villagers for decades, and everything has happened. If I stay any longer, there will be nothing new. The remaining decades, I want to spend in flowers and plants, in the water and soil of insects and birds. I don't know if this will work. Maybe the villagers will call me back and let me marry a woman and have children. Let me dig the ground and plant wheat for a year. They won't leave me idle, and what they have to do must also be my business. They won't know that in my heart, these things have already ended.
If I have anything to do, it's grass, insects and clouds.
I still have more than ten days in the wild, maybe longer. I just stay away from the villagers and do my own thing.
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Chinese Reading Prose for College Entrance Examination (3)
In BC 12 1 year, Huo Qubing, a famous Western Han Dynasty soldier, led his troops to settle in Huangshui River Valley and built Xiping Pavilion, a garrisoned place on the side of the indigenous thatched cottage. Xining's history as a city began.
Later, the expectation of this city was that Xining was the first choice if you wanted to enjoy more than three kinds of national life scenes and cultural essence in one day.
Xining brings together the oldest, most common, most colorful and most quality cultural bumps distributed in the vast world, making it a three-dimensional condensed version of ethnic blending and customs adhesion. The Islamic culture in the east of the city is as strong as Mecca. The Tibetan Buddhist culture in the south of the city is as primitive as an ancient Buddha; The culture of Confucianism and Taoism in the city is as strong as the city wall. There are also scattered immigrant culture and modern culture, which make this city have all the characteristics of humanity at the intersection of ethnic groups. The famous Dongguan Muslim Temple is a fusion of Chinese palaces and Arabic temples, while the gold-plated vase on the top of the ridge and the small prayer tube on the upper floor of the chanting hall highlight the classic decorative style of Tibetan Buddhism, which is unique in the world. There are two big squares in Xining, Central Square and Xinning Square. The big square is the big dance floor. Every morning and evening, there is a large-scale dance of thousands of people. Men, women and children of all ethnic groups gathered here and danced wildly in the pot village. Guozhuang is a Tibetan round dance all over Tibetan areas, which can eliminate fatigue and troubles and produce love and joy. Now love is born, but it has crossed national boundaries. The marriage between Han and Tibetan continued to interpret the story of Songzan Gambo and Princess Wencheng in a pioneering way, and watched their next generation grow sturdily. You will find not only racial integration, but also blood integration. Tibetans wear Hanfu, and Han people speak Tibetan. When I see you, I will say "Qiao Demao" (hello) and "Tashi Dele" (good luck). This is the case on many occasions, and you can't tell who is who. I have a friend whose hometown is in Beijing. He always said, "Joe has to risk you." Or, "Tahildler, where are you?" After talking for a long time, even Tibetan friends imitated him: "Joe has to take your risk." In Tibetan areas, the Han nationality is a "minority", so it is Tibetan first. This is the need of survival. For example, you must get used to drinking milk tea and eating Ciba, and you must follow Tibetan customs and beliefs. The second is the sinicization of Tibetans, which is a manifestation of progress and an inevitable trend of Tibetans.
Because winter is long and summer is short, Xining people's pursuit of green is as crazy as that of cattle, sheep and birds. As long as there are some Woods, a tea garden will emerge, and as long as there is a tea garden, it will always be full. Drinking tea, drinking wine, singing and dancing, the city and the crowd interpret the most authentic meaning here, that is, no matter how busy, tired and difficult life is, people should create enjoyment, and enjoyment is accompanied by sadness, because there is still expectation for those who refuse to give up.
Buddhist scriptures in Xining,
Aquarius of Ta 'er Temple, I want to rot my liver and be sad.
A pair of big eyes looked at me numb.
I think this is more than just a love song. Xining people's "big eyes" see farther. They believe that the "hidden classics" are the classics that really deserve "thinking bad" and "hurting bad". Therefore, Xining became the starting point of Qinghai-Tibet Highway and Qinghai-Tibet Railway.
The Qinghai-Tibet Highway and Qinghai-Tibet Railway extend from Xining, just like stretching out two strong arms and holding Tibet tightly. Qinghai-Tibet Plateau mdash Qinghai and Tibet, because of the existence of these two lifelines, the integration from ancient times to the present has become tangible. It is not only a unified geographical plate, regional plate and ethnic plate, but also a unified customs plate, cultural plate and economic plate. In the sense of indivisibility and never division, it has become China's belief continent and gospel highland. Xining is the gateway to the plateau and the birthplace of Zong Kaba, the respected Lama and the teacher of the Panchen Lama. It gave birth to the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, and a bodhi tree with 100,000 roaring Buddha statues on its leaves grew in the blessed land of Babel Lotus. More than 600 years ago, people in Xining realized that this was a miracle that shocked the world. After the excitement of running around telling each other subsided, they set up slates and built towers around trees, so they had the Ta 'er Temple.
Ta 'er Temple is a beacon of faith to guide all beings to light and peace, nobility and happiness. It is in this sense that the Ta 'er Temple of the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism has never been just a holy place for Tibetans, and most Han people have attachment and reverence for it. Once, I picked a handful of leaves from the bodhi tree in front of Dawenwa Temple in Ta 'er Temple, and brought them to the mother of a friend of Han nationality who had been ill for a long time, telling her that this kind of leaves could cure the disease, which was only a kind of psychological comfort for her. But a month later, my friend told me that my mother's illness has gradually improved since I drank the water soaked in those leaves. I know that the magical Ta 'er Temple has stood in the heart of this Han mother for a long time, so the leaves of Ta 'er Temple are effective. It was the common belief of Tibetans that cured her illness, not me or the leaves.