Last night, an autumn rain wet my eyes, quietly watching people come and go, swimming in the forest of Hongfeng with red leaves and tireless heart. Past lives are for this life. I don't want to cross the Naihe Bridge or drink Meng Po soup. I turn it into a drop of dew, hang it between maple leaves, soak it, accompany it to be lonely and burn with it. Let the flame of a tree turn into a harp, and let my three thousand moss be the strings. In such a silent dawn, I will gently play a song for you. Red maple is the flame that beats in the dark, and green silk is the mark of past lives. You are a person you will never forget. Zheng's voice can only be understood by you, because I was not drunk last night. It was the brilliance of the trees that awakened my dream of sleeping for thousands of years. When I woke up, I still couldn't grasp the waiting love, and I couldn't see the sorrow at that moment.
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (Ⅱ)
The snow is boundless, do you know the dream of a grass? Cold and lonely, she kept warm with a belief. When spring returns to the earth, she will greet spring with two green leaves, which once talked softly under the snow. Migratory birds fly south, a long way? In the distance, in the field of vision, is the blue sea in the south. Although she was very tired, she still flew forward because her dream gave her a pair of wings. Girl who meditates at the window, do you want to be a poem of a cloud? Or draw a butterfly? Do you want to be an eagle higher than the sky, or a magnificent river to express your feelings for the earth? I like dreaming. Dreams let me see the sunshine outside the window; Dreams let me see the rosy clouds on the horizon; Dreams give me a constant call and pace, and dreams lead me to pursue one goal after another. People without tears have dry eyes; People without dreams have a dark night. Where there is a dream, the sun will always rise; Where there are dreams, the moon is always hazy. Dreams are eternal smiles, which make your heart full of passion and your eyes clear and bright forever. The kaleidoscope of the world exudes attractive fragrance, and charming songs come from the future sky. We are ready to go, dress up with dreams and start from practical work. When we arrive at the orchard in autumn, we gently wipe away the tears and dust left on our faces in summer. We can hear what was once said to Spring: Dreams come true! ! ! !
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (3)
A layer of autumn rain and a layer of cold, as soon as you enter the gate, the ethereal and cool autumn wind instantly blows the clothes cold, shaking the leaves, and there are waves of osmanthus fragrance, with rows of osmanthus trees and a pruning bamboo on both sides. The osmanthus trees are covered with dense golden stamens, and the air is saturated with sweet and pungent fragrance, which makes people forget the light cold in autumn. If it weren't for this fragrance, you wouldn't find this little flower. Just "the west wind is good, the gold is small, and Ye Er covers it." It is said that flowers with rich fragrance are generally "either clear or thick, and you can't have both." But osmanthus is clear and thick, clear and fragrant. I picked a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in my palm, and the voice of L sounded in my ear: "Do you have the feeling that when you put this flower by your side and try your best to smell it, you can't smell any fragrance?" So I put the fragile yellow wick in my palm in front of my nose and took a deep breath. Sure enough, it seems that there is no fragrance instead. I think it's too far. When the fragrance is strong, the fragrance becomes weak. Dark sigh osmanthus, although not winning with gorgeous colors and charming charm, has won the favor of the world because of its "fragrance floating outside the cloud". No wonder the ancients said that the yellow is faint, the corpus luteum is soft, and the feelings are sparse and fragrant. Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (4)
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud 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. 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.
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (V)
Last night, an autumn rain wet my eyes, quietly watching people come and go, swimming in the forest of Hongfeng with red leaves and tireless heart. Past lives are for this life. I don't want to cross the Naihe Bridge or drink Meng Po soup. I turn it into a drop of dew, hang it between maple leaves, soak it, accompany it to be lonely and burn with it. Let the flame of a tree turn into a harp, and let my three thousand moss be the strings. In such a silent dawn, I will gently play a song for you. Red maple is the flame that beats in the dark, and green silk is the mark of past lives. You are a person you will never forget. Zheng's voice can only be understood by you, because I was not drunk last night. It was the brilliance of the trees that awakened my dream of sleeping for thousands of years. When I woke up, I still couldn't grasp the waiting love, and I couldn't see the sorrow at that moment.
Appreciation of Excerpts from American 400-word Prose (6)
My eyes are wandering and my steps can't be controlled. In the wondering eyes of others, I ran across the railway station, but it didn't make me cold again and again. Is it impossible to leave? Don't!
Reality makes me afraid, regretful, and complicated feelings come to my mind instantly, which makes me laugh and cry. I can only stop in a hurry and stop where I think miracles may patronize. I'm at a loss. ...
In the face of the bustling streets full of people, and the pictures that are staged around me again and again, I am a little scared. Maybe I won't cry without him. ...
Sitting in the waiting room and staring at the ticket gate may be the only hope. I really can't do anything, I can only resign myself to fate!
Maybe God has pity on me, a silly girl. He showed up, and my efforts were worth it!
Like the world of mortals, my long-held tears finally flowed out of the train and stopped for just five minutes. It's these five minutes. Let's be apart again. Standing in the same place, I still have his residual temperature in my body, but the train has gone away and disappeared into my vague sight ... Goodbye!
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (7)
In my heart, there is always a father's shadow flashing. It's been 13 days since my father left, and it's already the day of "chopping wood" (local custom). According to my understanding and the legend about the meaning of the old man's "chop", after the death of the deceased, the Taoist arranged the place of birth, and the general sequence number was 9 days,165,438+0 days, 13 days. My father died a long time ago. "Cleavage" passed through the gate of hell from the dead, experienced various hardships after death, and gradually woke up to another blissful and unhappy world. So, he wants to know more about what happened to him and come to another chaotic world by using the wizard's teaching. At this time, the living also followed the dream (intention) of the dead. In fact, it is also a kind of transcendence that the living yearn for the dead, and it is also because of this unity of soul that the dead realize the will of the dead, and the dead also know how to cross difficulties and find another self on a new road.
Friendship is not limited, it can be between young and old, between the same sex, between the opposite sex and even between foreign countries. The mountains keep dividing, and the water keeps dividing. Romantic without lingering.
It's just that acacia is too strong and acquaintance is too light. Friendship is mutual understanding, and the taste is sweet and far away.
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (8)
Youth is a precious wealth, hope and sunshine belong to the younger generation, and the world belongs to the younger generation. With youth, you will have a chic and romantic life. With youth, you will have a brilliant future. Youth is full of vigorous vitality, full of high-spirited vitality and full of passion for hard work and progress. Youth is a proud capital and a proud quality. Youth brings infinite hopes and magnificent dreams. Youth can make mistakes, but it can't stop pursuing ideals. Youth can go beyond convention, but it can't be squandered. Because we are young and youthful, we have a better future. Youth is a wealth worth developing. Youth will not disappear because of the passing of youth, nor will it wither because of the aging of appearance. Beautiful youth is always rooted in people's hearts. As long as your heart is not old, your youth will stay forever and your people will not be old. Youth is a kind of mentality that we need to explore all the time. Lazy and depressed people, even in their twenties and eighties, will pollute their youth with dust. As long as you care for your youth with your heart, even at the age of 70, you will exude the brilliance of youth. The face of youth will not last forever, but the young heart will stay in people's hearts forever. As long as people's minds are not old, you will always be young. As long as you are positive and never refuse to get old, even if there are tears in your eyes, there will be a rainbow in your heart. As long as people are not old, you will become the most beautiful rainbow between heaven and earth, even if you experience more storms.
Appreciation of Excerpts from American 400-word Prose (9)
The rain stopped and the moisture slowly spread along the wall.
"It's so annoying!" I crumpled up the paper, threw it into the wastebasket, and buried my head in my arms, feeling extremely annoyed.
Suddenly, a fragrance wafts slowly in the quiet air of this room, which sometimes makes people feel more like they are looking for it thoroughly. I sniffed my nose, trying to find its source.
With fragrance, I stood in the corner of the window that had not been opened for a long time, mottled paint color, polished wooden frame. Gently push open the window, "squeak." With a sound, the dust fell and crawled in the air, and the bright light outside the window made me unable to see clearly for a while.
When I opened the window, I was instantly fascinated by the scenery in front of me. Everything washed away by the rain is so vibrant, the air is fresh and elegant, and people are suddenly enlightened. In the sunshine after the rain, stands a slender narcissus, slender and beautiful. Every petal with clear meridians is illuminated by sunlight, and the flowers are coated with the most natural fluorescent white. The green stems are soft and want to touch, white and flawless, as if they were immortal. The fragrance of daffodils is still around, and the fragrance is so sweet that I enjoy the joy brought by the beautiful scenery outside the window.
Open the window and close the window, but you can find the beauty you have never found. In fact, the flowers outside the window have always been there. If I hadn't opened this dusty window today, I don't know when I would have found that they have been with me and brought me fragrance.
Close the window, the flowers are still there. Looking back, I found a steaming cup of soybean milk and a fat steamed stuffed bun quietly on the table, and my mother had just left.
I think my mother gets up early every day to make breakfast for me. I never really thanked her. She has been silently accompanying me, and I always complain about her with the window closed.
At this time, I suddenly understood a lot. On my growing road, there are many beautiful scenery, and many people who love me accompany me along the way. I just hope I can go further and better. What I should do is to stop and see them often, open the window to meet them, and don't shut out all the people who love me.
Outside the window, the fragrance is still there.
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (10)
Suddenly it was dark. It came too soon. Turn on the life clock. It should be sunny now.
Youth is the best. However, my youth kept raining until I finally missed this age, and the sun stopped shining and the rain stopped. When I was a child, I often wondered what my youth was like. Now, in the blink of an eye, I still remember my youth. What is my youth? In my youth, I didn't fantasize about a vigorous love, because I had talked enough before my youth came. In adolescence, I can have a beautiful love, but I no longer want to play with a friend's feelings. I gradually don't understand what love is. This beautiful word, in my adolescence, I actually regarded it as the most disgusting word. Am I too early to see through it? I thought that youth can have a lot of time to study, but my youth is more immersed in internet cafes, and the time for attending classes is not as long as that for sleeping. In that ignorant season, I was in a daze all day.
It's just cloudy, which has covered the bright sunshine. Thick clouds came, and I began to be dissatisfied with all this and seek greater freedom. I began to learn to fight, smoke and go to KTV. I became the person that all good students were afraid of, but I didn't feel happy at all. I was numb to all this, just like thick clouds, which covered the brilliance of the sun. No one can guess my heart, so many friends around me have always felt so lonely. Adolescence has passed quickly, but I have no time to think. My youth is more bitter. It's not beautiful at all
Dark clouds blocked my sunshine. I want to enjoy the beautiful scenery, but when the dark clouds clear, the sun is no longer shining.
Appreciation of Excerpts from 400 Words of American Essays (XI)
Everyone has a pair of dream wings. We soar between heaven and earth, and there are often storms. Not many people can escape these storms smoothly, and many people hurt their wings during the flight.
The wings of dreams are hurt, will there be a chance to soar? Beethoven is a legend in the music world. I don't know much about his story. The only thing I know about him is that he is deaf. However, he still worked hard and eventually became a magical figure in the music industry. Everyone must be familiar with him and know more about him than I do, so I won't describe his story in detail. His wings are his ears. He is a musician. Of course, the most important thing is listening. How can a musician succeed if he can't hear? However, he listened to those notes silently in his heart, and he could play a famous song that shocked the world. Shouldn't we admire him? If we give up our future path after experiencing some minor difficulties and setbacks, then we will not succeed anyway, because you have lost an essential factor for success, so stick to it. When our wings are hurt, we will continue to soar, and there will be a terrible pain. However, except soaring, we will all die, and I will choose soaring. Even if this pain paralyzes everything, I will hold back this pain and continue to soar.
When I was at school, many students had partial problems. I dropped out of school for family reasons, and going to school is still very interesting. I didn't do very well in junior high school either. In the third year, when facing the senior high school entrance examination, I worked hard and my English was surprisingly poor. So in order to make up for the scar on this wing, I study English hard. Except English, other subjects are my strong points. In just half a year, I entered the top three in my class, and my grades have remained stable. If I had given up this subject because of my poor English, I don't know if I could finally get into the top three in my class. That wing is too small for me to fly. I didn't care that much. I trained it to be as powerful as other wings one day and let it fly. So, for me, I succeeded in the end. Because, at that time, I just entered the third grade, and I was in the top few, and all the teachers were very disappointed with me. I didn't care about their eyes, tried my best, and finally surprised everyone. Because I trained my wings to be strong, I continued to fly when I was injured, and I didn't care about the blood and pain oozing from the wound. Therefore, I succeeded.
The wings of your dream are hurt, but you can continue to soar. Persistence is victory. Something good will happen tomorrow. Don't give up your life. No matter how hard it is today, stick to it and you will see flowers everywhere tomorrow.
Appreciation of American 400-word Prose Excerpts (12)
People need tea to enjoy, get spiritual pleasure from life and taste the special taste of tea. From the font analysis, there are people in tea, people among plants, and people cannot leave tea. Because the plants in the world are mostly herbs and woody, without plants, I'm afraid all animals will disappear and people will no longer exist. A word "tea" closely links man and nature.
Using and tasting tea is a process, or promoted to a culture. But if you are willing to treat life as tea, it is an extraordinary realm, and life is much higher. Some people say that the more developed the society is, the more bitter the impact and test on people's ideology and spirit will be, and the results will be different. Society is like a cauldron of boiling water, and some people are like a raw egg. Soon after, the original bright, soft and clear essence changed color and hardened after suffering. After the qualitative change, all the faults were blamed on the society, and it was too hard to "integrate" into the society. Others, like a carrot, were originally bright, hard and straight, but after some cooking, they became soft and powdery, and there was nothing natural at all. When this thoroughly remould oneself, without due grace and rigidity, it will become a have it both ways, docile and individualistic social peacemaker.
When you practice like a piece of tea, throw yourself into the boiling water of society and accept another process of life regeneration and reconstruction, you will walk with time, absorb temperature and moisture, slowly stretch your limbs, and make your whole body moist and become moist. Not only that, the necessary heating time and soaking temperature make the aroma of tea dissolve and emit, which not only evolves and improves itself, but also changes and improves the water quality. In the process of mutual integration, the two have enhanced their respective tastes. Tea ceremony may be a proposition that has countless solutions and will never be solved.
When life is tea, we can rely on enthusiasm and aura to produce essence in the depression of hardships and hardships, so that time and space can change our own realm and influence the beautiful world. If so, its own value and social value will be1+1> 2, there will be less resentment and more accommodation; It will be less catering and more real; There will be less philistinism and more elegance; There will be less internal friction and more vitality ... In this world, it is memorable to taste life.