Borrowing classic lyric prose works: winter
Every winter, I want to go back to summer, whether it is hot or cold, but I find it really contradictory to want to go back to winter in summer. In fact, the four seasons are all gifts from God. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, you will find different styles when you walk in quietly, and the same is true in winter.
In winter, there is no warmth and vitality of spring; Winter is not as green and boring as summer; In winter, there is no bleak cold in autumn. However, it has a rare and touching snow scene, and three old and cold friends also add a strong emotional appeal to winter, so that we can see beautiful scenery in the cold winter.
If you break into the winter world alone, the first thing that will shock you is the snow all over the sky. Snow is the most beautiful and pure word in the world. As a precious gift from Grandpa Winter, we should cherish this charming charm.
After more than half a winter's brewing, snow seems to be the only sustenance in this world, waiting, waiting! Finally, pieces of snow like elves fell from the sky, like cotton wool, like clouds, like pears, scattered one by one, drawn a beautiful arc in the air by the breeze, and then quietly fell to the ground.
Snow is of course beautiful, and the world after snow is even more beautiful. After a heavy snow, the whole world seems to be woven into a fairy tale. The vast land is covered with endless white snow, and the vast sky seems to be washed by snow, so pure and calm. At this time, I really don't know whether I am standing in the sky or underground, as if I were in a dream world where heaven and earth blend. Only by looking closely can you vaguely find a thin black line in the distance, like who painted it. It separates the sky and the earth on both sides of the universe, making them blend with each other and separate from each other.
In winter, of course, we can't forget the warrior plum blossom among the flowers. Moonlight, like water, pours quietly on plum trees. Plum blossoms bloom gracefully, and there is a pile of white snow in the middle of the stamens, as if a shy girl covered her face with a white scarf, which is very cute. With a bud, the top of the flower seems to be covered with pearls, so bright and clean, so shiny; The moonlight flashed and the breeze blew, causing waves of fog. At this time, plum blossom seems to be in a dreamland. Trees are illusory, flowers are hazy and wonderful, and the beautiful fragrance of plum blossoms is even more fascinating. ......
Pines and cypresses in the snow are also a great beauty in winter. Several pines stand in the vast snowfield. Compared with the empty land, they look so tall and majestic. White snow flowers are scattered on those green branches and leaves. From a distance, it looks like a pagoda inlaid with pearls, and it looks like an old man guarding the winter, as if afraid that someone will disturb the peace of winter. As soon as the breeze blows, the naughty snow baby slips quietly from the branches while the pine trees are blowing, and then makes a rustling sound.
Although winter is not as colorful as spring, green as summer and golden as autumn, it has its own unique internal style: bright, clean, white, solemn and deep. The beauty of winter cannot be perfectly described in words. Only by personal experience can we discover its true beauty. So, let's open our hearts and walk into winter with joy!
Classical lyric prose works of borrowing things: the charm of lotus culture
Like lotus, like her faint fragrance, like its faint pink, like her slim, like its lotus rather than demon, like its tenderness like water.
There is nothing in my eyes but pity. Just like the girl with lilacs in the rain lane, in her dream, she didn't wave or walk away. In addition to her figure or her figure, in addition to her handsome or her handsome. Peony? Roses? Lily? Chrysanthemum? In the face of these harem beauties, I am like a picky gourmet and an artist who pursues perfection. I always feel that they are missing something and can't give me a feeling of complete joy. Maybe that's why I like lotus more!
Love is blind. Lotus, let me think it is the king of flowers, unparalleled. My friend said that I loved it too much and neglected the beauty of other flowers. Maybe! In late spring and March, flowers are in full bloom, and peony and peony are gorgeous and charming, which is shocking; In the hot summer, violets and magnolias exude a faint fragrance, which dispels the meaning of summer and makes people feel relaxed and happy. Autumn is crisp, chrysanthemums are proud of their branches, and they are proud of their integrity. Rumbling in the cold winter, Mei struggled for beauty alone, not afraid of the cold, spitting out fragrance and full of praise. However, I still stubbornly believe that the lotus is perfect.
My love for lotus makes me an unfair judge of flowers. In life, we are often unfair to the merits of things.
Late at night, I lay quietly in bed, troubled by this question. The box of memory was secretly opened and the past reappeared.
I became a guardian of a person because of my admiration for him. If others have a slight objection, they will punch and kick each other. My friends kept silent when they were afraid, which made me slightly happy. Because they are close friends, no matter what is right or wrong, they are indiscriminate and have the cheek to stand by their friends; Because of a slight prejudice against the individual, whenever there is doubt, the focus will be on him; I don't know what I'm doing because of my own preferences and blind obedience.
It suddenly occurred to me that once I was so indecisive, I became a rootless orchid, a chasing duckweed, a dancing autumn lotus, a dandelion drifting with the wind, and a judge of life injustice.
The world is very big. If we want to make everything clear, we must put aside our personal feelings and look at the essence through phenomena, so that our lives can be more independent and we can feel our existence. Like a giant pine, it is rooted between cliffs and does not change its position with mountains and rivers and hurricanes; Just like a wild lily blooming alone in the valley, it still blooms so brilliantly and happily no matter whether anyone passes by.
Love the lotus, but don't drown it. If you love life, you should be an impartial judge.
A Classic Lyric Prose: Waltz of the Four Seasons
The four seasons are like a beautiful waltz, a beautiful dance music in spring, a fanatical carnival song in summer, a cheerful ode to joy in autumn and a gentle lullaby in the cave. ......
Countless reds and violets only show spring.
Green spring is decorated with flowers and songs. Swallows in black classical dresses stood on the eaves singing the beauty of spring. At this time, the colorful peach blossom girls on the mountain danced in the wind, adding a touch of pink to spring. The yellow winter jasmine is as bright as the stars in the sky. She shook her yellow head, as if she hadn't woken up yet. She put a yellow wreath on Miss Chun. Now, there are some yellow and green buds on the willow branches. They carefully leaned out of its little head and looked at the beautiful world carefully.
Slender lotus leaves, not yet unfolded, hardly appear.
In a blink of an eye, spring has passed, replaced by hot summer. Cicada on the trunk? Squeak? I cried quietly, as if to say, it's so hot! It's too hot. ? While rhubarb dog, who was guarding our compound, collapsed feebly, spitting his red Lickitung. Hoo hoo? The ground is breathing. But in such a hot summer, beautiful lotus flowers can also bloom. I saw the lotus flower standing on the water like a flawless jasper. Some of them sit on the lotus leaf like an elegant girl, some are surrounded by the lotus leaf like a female star, and some hide behind the lotus leaf like a shy girl ... it's really pleasing to the eye.
Frosted leaves are redder than flowers in February.
In autumn, farmers are very busy. I saw the original green wheat field, as if it had been rendered by gold and turned into a golden ocean. A cool breeze blew, and the wheat people bent down one by one, as if admiring the hard work of the farmer's uncle. On the horizon, there is a big maple tree. Its leaves seem to have been splashed with red paint, and all the leaves have been dyed red. Looking from a distance, it is really a gorgeous sunset. Red butterflies are falling from the trees. They are waltzing in the air. However, the orchard is a busy scene, and the apple doll blushes; Aunt pomegranate shows shining teeth; Jujube girl shook her bell-like head, and a gust of wind blew, and they all danced as if they could really hear the sweet bell. The farmer's uncle touched the face of the apple doll and the head of the pomegranate aunt for a while, and he was very busy.
Thousands of pear trees have blossomed.
Winter is coming, and snow covers trees, roofs and the earth, as if to put a white coat on the whole world. It's like entering a mysterious fairyland. At this time, I smelled a faint scent drilling into my nostrils, which was refreshing. Ah! It turns out that wintersweet has blossomed! The yellow wintersweet is covered with snow, but its fragrance still radiates through the snow. People who don't know think that snow also has fragrance. In winter, there are not only wintersweet and red plum, but also sparkling pear flowers in Huang Cancan. Pear blossoms seem to melt with snow in vain. Close up, it seems that snow has put a coat on pear flowers. We had a snowball fight and made a snowman on the grass. We had a good time.
These are beautiful seasons, beautiful spring, hot summer, beautiful autumn and mysterious winter.