Good words and sentences in Robinson Crusoe: 1. I totally ignored my father's wishes, even disobeyed his orders, and totally ignored my mother's entreaties and my friends' discouragement.
this nature of mine seems to have doomed my unfortunate fate in the future. 2. I am an unfilial son, who betrayed my parents and didn't do my duty. It's true that God punished me so quickly.
3. alas! What a ridiculous decision people make in fear! Whenever reason provides them with ways to protect themselves, once fear prevails, they don't know how to use them. Especially, in this unfortunate situation, God guided me to know him and begged his blessing, which gave me great comfort.
this kind of happiness is enough to compensate for all the misfortunes I have suffered and may suffer. Excerpts from good words: stranded, buried, swallowed, filled with smoke, swimming, in the mountains, obedient, frightened, and stained with stains. Excerpts from good sentences: I was so scared that I just sat there like a bolt from the blue.
when I saw this scene, I was furious and put my fears aside. I swear in my heart: next time I see such atrocities, I will not let them go! Excerpt from a good paragraph: The ground here is covered with many melons, and the trees are covered with clusters of grapes, some of which are large, and lemons in Huang Cancan.
I looked down the slope of the orchard, and there was a fresh and green beauty everywhere. This filled my heart with joy and I suddenly felt that I was the indisputable owner of this rich land. Unexpectedly, a voice called my name: "Robinson, poor Robinson, where have you been?" I woke up from a great shock and looked intently. It turned out that "Bo Er" was calling me, which made me extremely happy.
I usually teach "Bo Er" those words with a little sad tone. Now, for the rest of my life, it flies to my hand again, affectionately repeating words that it doesn't understand, which makes people feel cordial and warm.
if you see me eating, you will be envious: I am like the king of the whole island, sitting on it alone. "Boer" seems to be my favorite, and only he has the right to talk to me. My dog seems to be an old and loyal courtier, while those cats sit on both sides like obedient people.
Although I have supreme authority on the island, in fact, my clothes have reached the point of unsightly. Sometimes when I look at myself, I can't help laughing.
1. when you start doing something, it's really stupid if you don't calculate the cost in advance and make a correct estimate of your own strength in advance. 2. I often sit down to eat with gratitude and admire God's virtue of living well, because he has given me rich virtue in the wilderness.
I have learned to pay attention to the bright side of my situation and pay less attention to its dark side; Think more about what I enjoy and less about what I lack. This attitude sometimes. 2. There are many good words and phrases in the essay, and I want to write them down.
On the way of growing up, beauty is like wild flowers on the roadside, swaying in the intermittent spring rain, blooming in the roaring summer thunder, blooming tenaciously in the rushing autumn leaves and standing proudly in the white winter snow.
On the way of growing up, beauty has formed a landscape ...
On the spring day when "Xiao He is just showing his sharp horns", I walked home with the sadness of being misunderstood by my classmates, and an aunt who just moved here gently stopped me: "I bought too many things, can you help me with some?" I nodded, and she smiled gratefully at me, and the sadness in my heart disappeared in an instant. I helped her and made myself happy. So later, whenever we meet, I will receive a smile. With this smile, I start every new day, end every full day, and love every beautiful day more. So, I was moved to find that beauty lies in giving and returning, and in every smile I meet-a smile beside me, beauty forms a landscape.
In the summer of "reflecting the lotus flowers with different colors", I opened a brand-new collection of Song Ci while enjoying the cool air. Read silently, carefully understand, unexpectedly moved. The lofty sentiments and indignation of "a strong man is hungry for pork, laughing and thirsty for Hun's blood", the sadness and desolation of "the curtain rolls
the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers", and the passionate and unrestrained "throwing stones through the air, storming the waves and rolling up thousands of piles of snow" ... From then on, I fell in love with Song Ci, its grandeur and tactfulness. So, I fell in love with Song Ci, and found that
beauty lies in the essence of words-Song Ci is beside me, and beauty forms a landscape.
In the autumn, "Frosty leaves are red in February", I was at home collecting books, and inadvertently found some maple leaves sandwiched in my book. I don't know how many days they spent in the dark, but they were still flat and beautiful.
The crimson veins contain indomitable spirit, just like
the tenacity of the branches in late autumn and the persistence of falling with the wind; The bright leaves are bright red, like a hopeful lamp, which has been shining on my heart. So, I was inspired to find that beauty is in the maple leaves, and in the indomitable and hopeful spirit-maple leaves are beside me, beauty forms a landscape.
In the winter of "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", I always look forward to the next snow. The white color always reminds me of purity. Pure and fragrant Lily Valley, pure and selfless angels in white, pure and tranquil clouds. Pure
white covers up the filth and contributes the most beautiful color to purify the heart. So I love white, and I find that beauty lies in the white struggle, in the white that purifies my heart-white is beside me, and beauty forms a landscape < P > line.
as the Zen saying goes, a flower is a world, and a leaf is a bodhi. I think, on the road of growing up, every bit is the crystallization of beauty. Only by careful taste and careful collection can we find that beauty forms a landscape, which adorns the growing night and morning ... 3. Articles with many good words and sentences
Moonlight in the lotus pond
These days, my heart is quite restless. Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond that I passed every day. In the light of this full moon, it should look different. The moon is rising gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard < P >; My wife is patting Leap in the room, humming a sleep song in a daze. I quietly put on a big shirt and took the door out.
along the lotus pond, there is a small winding cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and the night is even more lonely
. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees, which are lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names.
On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love to be lively and calm; Love to live in groups and love to be alone. Like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person can think of anything and think of nothing, so he feels like a free person. Whatever you have to do in the daytime and say
can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight of lotus fragrance.
on the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like a graceful dancer's skirt. Among the leaves of layers of
, some white flowers are scattered, some are blooming gracefully, and some are shyly blooming; Like a pearl, like a star in a blue sky, like a beauty who just came out of the bath. When the breeze passed by, it sent wisps of fragrance, as if it were a faint song from a distant building. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled a little, like lightning, and passed across the lotus pond in an instant.
The leaves are close to each other side by side, so there is a clear ripple. Under the leaves is the running water, which covers < P > and can't see some colors; And the leaves are more exposed to the wind.
the moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring down on this leaf and flower. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers
seem to be washed in milk; It's like a dream in a gauze cage. Although it is a full moon, there is a faint cloud in the sky, so it can't shine brightly. But I think this is just the benefit-a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap is also unique. The moonlight shines through the trees
, and the bushes in the high places drop jagged and mottled shadows, which are like ghosts. The sparse
beautiful image of the curved willow seems to be painted on the lotus leaf. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by
on the Vatican.
The four sides of the lotus pond are far and near, and the trees are high and low, but the willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond;
Only on the side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for the moonlight. One example of tree color is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke < P > fog; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains in the treetops, only a little careless. There are also one or two lights leaking through the cracks in the trees. It is the eyes of those who are thirsty to sleep that are listless. At this time, the most lively things are cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water. But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed for a long time, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a general idea from the poem
. The lotus-pickers are teenage girls, who go there swinging boats and singing colourful songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers, and there are also people who watch the lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu" says
well done:
So the demon is a child and a girl, and she is willing to boat; The snipe made its first Xu Hui and passed the feather cup; I will move and the algae will hang, and the ship will move and open. Erqi
slim waist, delaying the pace; After the beginning of summer and the end of spring, the leaves are tender and the flowers are early. I am afraid of touching the petticoats and smiling, and I am afraid of tilting the boat and gathering it.
you can see what it was like to play at that time. This is really interesting, but it's a pity that we have no happiness now.
Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu":
Picking lotus in Nantang in autumn, the lotus is over the head; Low head Fiddle the lotus seed in the water, the lotus seed is as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be
too much; It is impossible to see only some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -
thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently pushed the door and went in, but there was no sound. My wife had been fast asleep for a long time.
July 1927, tsinghua campus.
(originally published on July 1, 1927, No.7, Volume 18 of Novel Monthly) 4. Good words and sentences in short stories
In the past, I touched the petals that decorated the season with my fingertips full of love. Flowers have lost their previous colors, and along the thin veins, they seem to have returned to the youthful years of that year. Reach out and gently salvage the past, fingertips, the rain is slightly cold. The wind holds the fragrance of dust, and the tenderness wraps around the fingers. The quiet and beautiful time will be full of wind, light clouds and light bursts. Quietly miss that nostalgia, take warmth lightly, gentle time, the ultimate years. Pay homage to that lush youth, in the cold and cheerless days, pick a touch of sunshine between your eyebrows, let it quietly aftertaste in your heart, and the water will flow forever.
In the graceful and graceful season, the warmth of the fleeting time is bound into a violet memory by time. Large tracts of floating clouds dispersed, and the bright and quiet sunshine fainted the atrium, and the fragrance overflowed the eyes. The gentle wind swept over my ears, and it was the flower language in June that whispered sweet warmth.
In the forgotten time gap, the silhouette of the old story can't find the traces of the past. There is too much sadness and attachment in my eyes, and those pure flowers of the soul have brushed a little bit of green, passing the scenery we met yesterday.
in the time when smoke is flowing, the faint fragrance of flowers has become a thought at the bottom of your eyes. Looking at the lonely world of mortals, the colder the gorgeous fireworks, the colder the heart, so I can only stand still and watch the years turn those amazing beauty into ashes. The wind is blowing and flowers are flying, and your heart is mumbling. Listen to your heart quietly, and wait for this fragrant warmth with a quiet attitude in the poetic and warm season.
It's light and drizzling in an all-consuming love. Counting the past of time and banishing one's thoughts is to feel at ease and warm. Lightly leaning on the porch window of the season, watching the deepest warmth in the depths of time, rendering the desolation and melancholy of the season. Loneliness and loneliness in my heart, involving faint pain, passed through the sky of streamer and wandered in the smoke of the world. 5. Good words and sentences in the article should be titled (not too long)
Little Heidi's good words: sobbing with gusto and intermittent fear, golden and pleasant sentences: 1. But little Heidi is not sad at all. She is a happy child at any time. Of course, she will go up the mountain with the boy who is herding sheep and the flock of goats to the pasture where flowers are blooming and eagles are flying, and.
but it's also interesting to watch grandpa pull a saw or beat the ground with a hammer to do carpentry. 2. But what attracts little Heidi more than anything else is the rustling of three fir trees behind the hut on a windy day.
as soon as they rang, little Heidi couldn't help putting down what she was doing and running under the tree. She felt that there was nothing more beautiful than the deep and wonderful noise coming down from the high branches.
Heidi stood under the tree and pricked up her ears, tirelessly listening to the loud noise of the wind blowing through the branches and watching them shake violently. Main content: Heidi, a little orphan girl, was sent to live with her grandfather, who lived in seclusion. At that time, his grandfather was suffering from his son leaving him, and the lovely Heidi quickly dissolved the cold appearance of the old man.
Unexpectedly, the evil aunt secretly took Heidi away and sold her to a rich family as a servant. The master had a sick daughter, who was comforted and encouraged by Heidi, and grandpa was finally reunited with his granddaughter after all kinds of hardships.
Feelings: Johanna Spyri, a writer, has vividly portrayed the characters and is reading >; Sometimes I always feel that the characters in it live beside us. That innocent and lovely little Heidi, fierce and evil menstruation, stubborn grandfather ... Johanna Spyri, a children's literature writer, created a little girl-Heidi, who is innocent and lively, simple and kind, loves nature, loves life and is ready to help others.
No matter what happens, she is always optimistic. She is always sincere to others. She believes that everyone she meets is in her life.