Reciting is a way of expressing feelings. At the same time, girls can also recite articles to express their girlish feelings. Below I have compiled the most suitable prose for girls to recite for your reference. ?
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The fragrance of lotus rhyme
Walking on the extremely solid asphalt road, no matter when you look back, You can't even see any traces of yourself; but the memory is always hidden in the softest place in your heart, and you will recall your past inadvertently.
In my childhood memory, my home was in an inconspicuous village. There were dozens of jujube trees surrounding the courtyard wall, and further outside, there was a thin creek with always sparkling water. The sun shines brightly in the shadows of the trees. I don’t know how there was so much water at that time. Anyway, you can always see clear water flowing in a slightly low-lying place.
There is only one main road in the small village that leads to the outside. On both sides of this road, at some time, four ponds were dug evenly and symmetrically. At that time, This is a paradise for children in the whole village. It goes without saying that fishing, bathing, water fights, and duck eggs are all done. In summer, such things are done several times a day, and there is nothing unusual about them. But during this play, I got to know the lotus root. I forgot that it was the warning from the adults, but I was still impressed by its unique charm. Even though I was a very naughty child at that time, because of my love, I usually would not provoke it casually. , hurt it, unless it is raining season, fold a lotus leaf, hold it in your hand or hold it on your head, it can be regarded as a practical rain gear, and it will have an inexplicable fragrance surrounding you, killing two birds with one stone. Of course, adults generally won't slap you in this matter, and sometimes they need to "borrow" it.
As I get older, I go to school in a small town and am far away from home. But I still remember clearly the lotuses swaying in the wind that I remember when I was a child, because there At that time, I was called a "fool" by the adults. Who asked you to stare at the pond in the rain in a daze?
I like to see the lotus pond in the rain, especially when I see the rain hitting the lotus pond. On the lotus leaves, circles of white mist splashed up, and white jade-like beads rolled around on the lotus leaves. It was really beautiful! The lotus at this moment was even more beautiful, and the budding ones seemed to be leaning on an adult. The child in the arms is hiding under the dense and thick lotus leaves, occasionally sticking out half of his head, as if he is playing hide and seek with the raindrops; the half-open head stands tall and graceful in the rain, not at all anxious, so gentle and gentle as water. Xiaojiabiyu looks like she is peeking at her lover, with a slightly coquettish and shy blush on her cheeks; as for her full-open nipples, which look like a fierce farm girl, the red clouds that flew up to her cheeks have gradually receded, and they are swaying their posture to their heart's content, Show off the fruits of your fertility. And the petals falling on the water at this moment are also swirling in the heavy rain, like a boat floating on the water, sliding seamlessly through the ripples caused by the raindrops; should the fragrance of the lotus dissipate? No! This The refreshing fragrance, not only has not been forced to hide its whereabouts by the wind and rain, but has filled the world with its fragrant scent. In this wind and rain, it wraps you more and more intensely...
A little kid, for some reason, was so interested in lotus flowers. He actually went to see lotus flowers in the rain. No wonder he was called a fool! Looking back now, I don’t understand what happened at the beginning. He was probably just intoxicated by lotus flowers. The beauty of it.
When I was in middle school, I studied "The Theory of Love of the Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi, the originator of Song Dynasty scholarship, and then I realized that the lotus is the symbol of a gentleman with noble conduct. The words "come out of the mud but not stained, clean the ripples without being evil, straight from the middle to the outside, not creeping or branching, the fragrance is clear from a distance, the pavilion is pure and planted, you can look at it from a distance but not play with it" and so on, all correspond to it. "Don't be interested in fame and wealth, be clean and self-sufficient, have high ambitions and be honest" and other qualities of a gentleman. From this, I felt that the image of "lotus" suddenly became taller and taller. It was really out of reach. Because of this, I love lotus even more, and even related poems. "Ai Lian Shuo" must be recited, and it must be done in one breath. This is probably what the ancients called Ai Wu Ji Wu.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, decades have slipped away, but my love for "Lotus" has not faded at all. Today’s hometown no longer has the original scene of ditches and trenches, and the lotus is even gradually extinct. However, its image has long been buried deeply in my mind. Even if time passes in a blink of an eye, its image is still there. Instead of disappearing, the image became clearer and clearer like a relief on the wall. There is a saying in "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu: "Seek what is above, and you will get what is below; seek what is below, and you will get what is below..." I will quote it out of context for now, thinking that I like the lotus that "comes out of the mud but remains unstained". Isn't this the pursuit of noble things? , pursue noble ambitions? Even if you cannot become a "gentleman" praised by the ancients, your conduct can be roughly similar, right? It shouldn't be too far!
The charm of lotus, the fragrance of lotus , for me, it can only be understood but cannot be expressed. Mr. Zhu Ziqing described the lotus pond under the moonlight with great charm. I am only envious of it, but I cannot do it. How much I look forward to enjoying it with others. The lotus pond brings me spiritual joy, but it's a pity that I can't.
In my heart, I really want to use words to explain its beauty over and over again, but unfortunately my own language is poor and tasteless, so I can only recall it silently in my mind. In the end, just writing the above words can be regarded as a commemoration of the "lotus" in my memory. The most suitable prose for girls to recite 2
Moonlight over the Lotus Pond
Author: Zhu Ziqing
I have been quite uneasy these days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the shade, and suddenly I thought of the lotus pond I walked past every day. It must look different in the light of the full moon. The moon was gradually rising, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Run'er in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out.
Along the lotus pond, there is a small winding cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, which are lush and lush. On one side of the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don’t know. On a moonless night, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seemed to belong to me; I also seemed to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing alone under this vast moonlight, and he feels like a free person. Whatever you must do or say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone. Let me just enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight.
On the surface of the winding and winding lotus pond, one could see fields of leaves. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirt of a graceful flower. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully, and some are holding their petals shyly; just like individual bright pearls, or stars in the blue sky, or like just emerging from the bath. beauty. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful.
The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly falling on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a gauze. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it couldn't shine brightly; but I thought this was just the right thing - a sound sleep is essential, but a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes high up cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as steep as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Fan Ling.
There are trees all around the lotus pond, far and near, high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. These trees surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops are distant mountains, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement was theirs and I enjoyed nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the matter of picking lotus. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early, and it was most popular during the Six Dynasties. We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotus were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus, and there are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty said it well in "Poem of Picking the Lotus":
So the enchanting girl and the girl are willing to go boating; the hawk's head slowly returns, and the feather cup is passed; the boat is about to move and the algae is hanging, and the boat is about to move. And Pingkai. Her waist is slender and her clothes are tied tightly, and her steps are delayed. At the beginning of summer and after spring, when the leaves are tender and the flowers are blooming, she smiles because she is afraid of her clothes being stained, and she pulls back her clothes because she is afraid of the ship capsizing.
It can be seen that the scene of fun at that time was obvious. This is really interesting stuff, but unfortunately we are no longer blessed with it.
Then I remembered the sentences in "Xizhou Song":
In autumn, the lotus flowers in Nantang are more than human heads; I lower my head to pick up the lotus seeds, which are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus flowers here will be considered "outstanding"; just a few shadows of running water will not do. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ——Thinking like this, I suddenly raised my head and found that I was already in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time.
July 1927, Tsinghua University, Beijing. The most suitable prose for girls to recite 3
Landscape Ballad
Autumn is fading, and the sunset is picturesque. Each of our lives is like an autumn story. The camera freezes the beautiful moment in that long-lost yesterday...
The autumn wind gently picks up the creatures with its arms, and each one has its own charm. Every piece of a heart-breaking place has its own unique context, hiding stories deep in its own memory.
With this moving heart, I slowly approach you, clinging to your softness, lovingly in your sky. You have converged all my eyes, and happily walked into the picturesque scenery.
The benevolent enjoy the mountains, the wise enjoy the water. The sound of the river flows across the distance of thousands of feet. The water flowing on the clear spring stone will make you merge into the realm of the quiet mirror. The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and a happy song of life is coming all the way. The lakeshore tidal flats, the sound of running water, rush to cross the bridge, pass through the stone cracks, and flow across the flat beach, sometimes gentle, sometimes tranquil, sometimes manic, The turquoise lake water is sometimes soothing and sometimes merges into a quiet pool. The reflection in the water clears the white clouds in the sky. The clear shadows holding hands and looking at each other are as beautiful as the moon in the mirror, flowers in the water.
Looking at the mountains from a distance, the mountains are colored, and the mountains in the distance are like daisy. The cool mist mist turns into milky gauze, and the flowing life enriches the eyes; the abundance of autumn water is overflowing with lovesickness. The green mountains and green water look at each other in silence. Under the moonlight in the quiet spring, there is only the gentle beauty and adoring attachment! The blue stone caressing the flowing water is like combing the melancholy between the girl's brows. Puddles of water, like an elegant boat, will eventually sail to the other side of the soul. The remaining section of the stream is wandering quietly, forming an ink painting, forever frozen in the beautiful moment!
Life It is a kind of beauty in itself. Looking alone at this quiet world, I feel like a white cloud in the sky, silent, neither happy nor sad, forgetting the worries and fatigue of the world. The gentle breeze is warm and slips through my heart bit by bit. I listen to the breeze quietly and peacefully. It blows my face gently when it comes and leaves no trace when it goes away. Open your palms, try to hold the wind, put it closest to your heart, and enjoy the joy brought by the fresh and pure air. It seems to empty your brain and cleanse your soul. Perhaps, it is easiest to read the meaning of life in a quiet moment. Poetic and picturesque!
Walking on the gentle breeze of the wooden bridge, with the gurgling water beside your ears, the chirping of birds in the forest, the wild flowers exuding the fragrance of loneliness, the fresh air and the beauty of life around you. , what nature gives is a painting, warm and pure, peaceful and carefree. You listen, the whispering in the ears is the gentle call of the mountain breeze; you see, the branches follow the wind, it is the swaying of thoughts. People are in the mountains and rivers, and shadows are among them. The sunlight penetrates the jungle gently, and the light and shadows disrupt the branches layer by layer, and scattered golden light falls all over the ground. The wind and shadows dance, mottled with a dreamy figure. The scenery harmonizes people's state of mind like a stream of still water, allowing the soul to wander among the green mountains and green waters, like a leaf of Tathagata, a Zen heart in clouds and water!
I am wandering in the poetry that is neither strong nor light, and the flowing water is gurgling. , the breeze is rippling, the air is fresh, and with such a beautiful place in my heart, the scenery of life will no longer be desolate, and the tranquility in my heart is enough to resist the indifference of people's hearts! If life is just like the first time we met, stop the flowing time with a calm gaze, and use A knowing smile describes the beauty of life. Please allow me to use the pen of time to write the most beautiful encounters in my heart.
This is a beautiful feast. I chase you with all my heart, follow you full and full, and feel the peace of fate. Keep the good things in your heart and let the regrets disperse with the wind. Walk into nature, let the bright sunshine illuminate our journey forward, let the sweet rain and dew selflessly nourish our lives, let the gorgeous clouds weave our dreams of life, and the charm of nature will also pray for our bright future. !
When I can still love, I will try my best to love such charming landscapes. When the maple leaves are lingering, I want to tell you loudly: Paradise on earth, where you are, I will be there.
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