Prose is a flexible and capable literary genre in which the author writes about his true feelings and experiences. Excerpts from classic prose by famous writers, I hope it can help everyone. Let's take a look. Excerpts from famous prose essays (1): Works by Qiu Yu
Look at the rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaving into a soft net that covers the entire autumn world. The sky and the earth were dark, like the roofs of ancient houses covered with cobwebs. The gray-white clouds piled in the sky are like peeling ** on the roof.
Under the cover of this ancient roof, everything is extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and grapevines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past midsummer. Now they have become the ruins of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the sound of rain, recalling the glorious past. . The color of the grass has turned into a melancholic pale yellow, and there are no fresh flowers to be found on the ground. The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall lowered their heads, with tears in their eyes, sighing at their misfortune. A beautiful sunny day meets with a rainy day filled with bad weather. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner has a few tender stamens as precious as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life sprouting.
The gentle rain fell quietly, with only a thin pattering sound. The orange-red houses look like old monks in bright cassocks, with their heads lowered and eyes closed, receiving the baptism of the rain. The damp red bricks, the color of pungent pig blood, are in sharp contrast to the green osmanthus leaves under the wall. A gray toad jumped around in the wet, musty mud; underneath the dull net of the autumn rain, it was the only thing that was full of joy and vitality. The pattern of gray and yellow spots on its back corresponds to the dull sky, creating a harmonious tone.
The familiar rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, woven into a gentle net that covers the entire autumn world. Excerpts of prose by famous writers (2): Works of Laughter
In a blink of an eye, the sound of rain gradually stopped, and clear light came faintly from behind the curtains. Open the window and take a look, ah! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remaining drops on the leaves reflected the moon, like thousands of fluorescent lights, flickering and moving. ──I never expected that there would be such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain and solitary lamp!
I stood by the window for a while, feeling slightly chilly. Turning around, I was suddenly dazzled. Everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; only the angel in the painting on the wall was immersed in the dim light. ——This angel in white is holding flowers, spreading her wings, and smiling slightly at me. "It seems like I've seen this smile somewhere before. When did I ever..."
I unknowingly sat under the window and thought, - thinking silently. The tightly closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago emerged. ——A very long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet was slippery. The water in the ditch is gurgling. The green trees in the nearby village were all enveloped in wet smoke. The bow-like crescent moon hangs on the treetops. While walking, there seemed to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of bright white things. The donkey passed by and accidentally looked back. ——He was holding flowers, barefoot, and smiled slightly at me.
"It's like I've seen this smile before somewhere!" I still thought--silently.
Another layer of my mind emerged, slowly opening up, and an impression from ten years ago emerged. ——The rainwater under the thatched eaves fell on the clothes drop by drop. The water bubbles beside the earthen steps were swirling around. The wheat fields and grape trellises in front of the door were all brilliantly painted with vivid yellow and tender green. ──After a while, the rain finally cleared up, so I hurriedly walked downhill. When I saw the moon rising from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, so I stopped and turned around. The old woman in this hut - she was leaning against the door, holding flowers, and smiling slightly at me. These same subtle expressions are like gossamers, fluttering together and tied together.
At this time, my heart was bright and clear, as if I had ascended to a fairyland, or returned to my hometown. The three smiles that appeared in front of my eyes were temporarily melted into the harmony of love and became indistinct. Excerpts from famous writers' prose (3): Dadu Duren's works
You see, some people are willing to lend you an umbrella on a sunny day, but when it rains, they hold an umbrella. Left quietly first.
——When you read him, don’t blame him. Because he himself doesn’t want to be caught in the rain and is someone else’s umbrella), and he doesn’t want to share other people’s difficulties. What can you say? It's better to keep an umbrella by yourself.
Some people will circle around you when you are powerful, but when you leave your job or become powerless, they stay far away.
——When you read him, you must understand him. Because he used to praise you for a certain need, but now that you don’t have that skill, there is no need to sing any hymns for you anymore. Here, you need to calm down and think about whether you were too gullible in the past?
When some people express their deep feelings to you, their words are like a clear and sweet river flowing, but under the river bed, there is a dirty undercurrent lurking.
——When you read him, don’t hate him.
Because anyone who uses hypocrisy as a guise to deceive others will have a difficult life in front of others and may be punished by the same kind of hypocrisy. You should understand his way of life and wait for his humanity to return and Examine yourself.
Some people, when you work hard to sow, he stands by and refuses to shed a drop of sweat, but when you harvest, he shares your fruits without any shame for various reasons. .
——When you read him, don’t be disgusted. Because someone is willing to share the sweetness of the harvest with you, no matter what kind of mentality they have, they should be welcomed. You make a little sacrifice, but it fulfills a person's desire for performance, and slowly, he will learn some self-esteem and self-love.
Some people pay attention to appearance modification and dress to show a kind of luxury, but deep down they are full of emptiness, full of ignorance and ignorance. That kind of cultural form is often revealed unconsciously. in his words and actions.
——When you read him, don’t despise him. Because he does not understand that clothing is made by tailors and is only a symbol of currency, but a person's knowledge, moral character and temperament are a person's true life value. For vulgar people, you should check your behavior in time.
When you read others, you are actually reading yourself. While reading truth, kindness, and beauty, you also read the hypocrisy behind sanctimony, the ugliness behind beauty, and the cunning behind smiles...
The most important thing in reading people is to understand what kind of person they are.
Reading people is to be a real person.
Therefore, when reading people, you must learn to be tolerant and generous, so that you can read something beneficial to yourself, read nobility, joy, and happiness.
Although I have not finished reading this "Book of Man", I will always try to read it from all aspects.