Thousands of feet

I don't know when,

There is a Sayuri beside it.

When lily was just born, it looked like

Exactly the same. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed.

In its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed. The only way to prove that I am a lily is to bloom beautiful flowers."

With this in mind, Lily tried to absorb water and sunshine, took root deeply and straightened her chest.

Finally, on a spring morning, the first bud grew on the top of the lily.

Lily's heart is very happy, it's nearby.

But they are disdainful. They laughed in private.

This guy is obviously grass, but he says he is a flower, but he really thinks he is a flower. I don't think it has buds on it. It's a brain tumor.

In public, they mocked Lily: "Stop dreaming, even if you really blossom, your value in this wilderness is not the same as ours."

Occasionally, bees, butterflies and birds fly in, and lily will be advised not to bloom so hard: "Here it is."

On the side, even if it is opened.

No one will come to enjoy it! "

Lily said, "I want to blossom, because I know I have beautiful flowers;" I want to blossom, in order to complete the solemn mission as a flower; I want to blossom, because I like to prove my existence with flowers. No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter what you think of me, I will blossom! "

Under the contempt of weeds and bees and butterflies, Lily tried to release her inner energy. One day, it finally bloomed and its spirit was harmonious.

Charm became the most beautiful scenery on the cliff.

At this time, weeds and bees and butterflies dare not laugh at it anymore.

Flowers bloom one by one, and there are crystal drops of water on them every day. Weeds thought it was dew last night, and only lily knew it was tears of extreme joy.

Every spring, lilies strive to blossom and bear seeds. With the wind, their seeds fell on the edges of valleys, grasslands and cliffs, and gradually, the valleys were full of white lilies.

Decades later, hundreds of miles away, even

People from cities and villages come to enjoy lilies. Many children knelt down and sniffed.

The fragrance of; Many couples hug each other and make promises.

"swear; Countless people saw the beauty they had never seen before and moved to tears, touching the pure and gentle corner of their hearts.

There, people call it "Bai"

Land ".

No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies all over the mountain are.

Follow the instructions of the first lily: "We should bloom silently wholeheartedly and prove our existence with flowers!" "

"appreciation"

Teacher Wang's "Lily" not only opened on the cliff, but also really opened in our "hearts" as the title said.

Lily born on the cliff has a different belief from weeds: "I am a lily". Not only that, it is also a doer, "trying to absorb water and sunshine, take root deeply and stand up." In the process of its tenacious struggle with the harsh natural environment, it also encountered another test that all strugglers could not avoid: the mediocrity around it.

Stick to your beliefs and eventually fill the valley.

2:

These few

In the sea/sea

Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered my past days.

There must be something else under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard. My wife is bouncing around the room, humming a sleepy song. I slipped on my big shirt and took the door out.

downwards

This is a winding little cinder road. This is a road.

Road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night.

There are many trees around.

Yes 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, it's good, although the moonlight is still weak.

I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. The world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Love to live in groups and love to be alone. For example, tonight, under the boundless moon, a person can think whatever he wants, and then feel that he is a free person. No matter what he has to do during the day, he has to say it, but now he can ignore it. This is the beauty of being alone, and I can benefit from this infinity.

The moonlight is good.

On the winding lotus pond,

Yes

Leaves. The leaves are high above the water, like slender ones.

Skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, including

The ground is open and a little shy.

Yes; Just like a pearl, a star in the blue sky, or a beautiful woman who has just taken a bath, the breeze blows, with a faint fragrance, like a faint song on a distant building. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, and swept across the other side of the lotus pond at once. The leaves were originally.

It's very close and convenient.

With a cool green color

Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; But leaves are more common.

It's over.

Moonlight, like running water, pours quietly on this leaf and flower. Thin blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to be there.

Wash in the same way; Like a dream with a veil. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, which can't be.

; But I think it's just a benefit—

Solids are indispensable, and siesta has a special flavor. The moonlight shines through the treetops, and the bushes in the high places are uneven, many-hued.

,

Like a ghost; Bent willow sparse

But it seems to be painted on a lotus leaf. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; but

It has a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by the Vatican.

The lotus pond is far and near on all sides, with high trees and low trees and the most willows. These trees surround a lotus pond. Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. For example, the color of a tree is cloudy and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance. But willow's

You can tell from the smoke. This area looms over the treetops.

Just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. Listless, yes.

The human eye. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.

It suddenly occurs to me

Here comes the thing.

This is an ancient custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed for a long time, and

Time is prosperous; You can get a rough idea from the poem.

These girls are teenagers. They were swinging and singing.

Yes Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season.

《

"Well said:

therefore

, rowing heart Xu; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. After summer and spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. Laughing is afraid of touching the petticoat, and mining is afraid of tilting the boat.

As you can see, at that time,

Yes It's really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.

So I remembered again.

"In the sentence:

pick lotus

In autumn, lotus flowers overhead; Bow your head and take lotus seeds, which are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel like you are in front of your own door. Gently push the door in. What?

No, my wife has been sleeping for a long time.

Appreciate:

Written in July, 1927. At this time, it was the "April 12" movement.

When he betrayed the revolution, he took part in the May 4th patriotic movement.

Faced with this dark reality, he was filled with indignation and dissatisfaction, and fell into depression and hesitation that he could not understand the reality. With this feeling of loneliness and depression,

Sir wrote down

This article.

It's modern

A famous article. The article borrowed "

"Delicate description, omitting the euphemistic expression of the author's dissatisfaction with reality, yearning for freedom, and thoughts and feelings that want to be detached from reality but not complicated, left us.

Integrity knows the footprints of intellectuals wandering forward in suffering.

Feng Jicai

On this day, I finally put down the fan. The dry wind from the sky suddenly made my clothes fly, got in through the cuffs and trouser legs, and stroked my whole body wet. I was surprised to see the still dazzling scenery in the sun. I didn't understand where that cruel and extraordinary summer suddenly went a few days ago.

The four seasons are the biggest beat in the universe. In every beat, the landscape of the earth is completely changed and updated. The four seasons also endow the earth with poetry, so the laws established by savvy China people are: Ascension, inheritance, transformation and integration. These four words are the essence of the four seasons. Start like spring, continue like summer, change like autumn and end like winter. Together, isn't it? Therefore, all life between heaven and earth runs according to this rhythm, regardless of age, flower worm and long life. However, in the four seasons of life, isn't this long summer the most magnificent and warmest?

Women's childhood memories are scattered in four seasons, while men's childhood memories are mostly in summer. This is because our childhood companions are always all kinds of insects. Dragonflies, longicorn beetles, grasshoppers, mantises, butterflies, cicadas, ants, earthworms, frogs and fish. They are all protagonists in summer life. Every kind of insect brings us endless happiness. Even the most memorable details of family and friends are related to insects. For example, when my sister sees a gecko, she will make a particularly horrible cry. For example, the boy with squints next door specializes in killing dragonflies. For example, a flower-shaped hairpin on the head of the most beautiful girl in the class always attracts butterflies to fall on it. For another example, my father slept on the floor covered with a mat and rolled over at night and killed a scorpion. This incredible thing makes me feel that my father is extremely powerful. Later, my father was beaten, punished and investigated. I comforted and forgave him, fearing that he would commit suicide, and wrote him a check-up-that was one of my initial contents. At this point, the father's sense of strength no longer exists. Everything in life, including summer thoughts, has completely changed.

In my happy childhood, I didn't feel as miserable as a steamer in summer. Only in the hard life after that can I feel the taste of bitter summer. Happiness shortens the time, and pain prolongs the years, just like this long and seemingly endless bitter summer. But I don't like to talk about my past suffering and tempering. Instead, I realized the weight of the word "bitter". Suffering is the honey in life. All the gains of life.

So I know this bitter summer-it is not the endless suffering of the hot summer, but our silent and persistent bitter struggle with the vicious sun. The strength of life is given by the opponent, that is, to suck the pressure of the opponent into your own bones. The most important strength of the strong is endurance. Only by suffering strangely can you feel that you belong to the strong. Perhaps for this reason, more than half of my writing is in summer. Many writers, including Pushkin, are not always cheerful. I always enter the hot summer, but my writing ability is doubly powerful. I think it must be those bitter summers of heavy life that forged my abnormal personality habits. I am too familiar with the wonderful feeling that my sweaty arm sticks to the desk glass after writing for a long time.

In Vivaldi's Four Seasons, I often only listen to the chapter "Summer". It excites me more than the blooming of spring, the magnificence of autumn and the silence of winter. My friend said that the chapter "Summer" was extremely gorgeous. I said that what I felt from it was the bitterness and hardship of summer, even a little tragic. My friend said that I was in this musical state. It is not only for you, but also for you.

Every summer, I will experience the meaning of summer in this way, which makes me full of passion and high mood. I have hot air in one hand and many words in the other.

This year, I also found that this summer was not blown away by the autumn wind, let alone by our fans-

Summer melts by itself, because the last moment of summer is always hot. I've learned that only by exhausting everything can we show the infinite power of summer. The happiness of life lies in giving full play to energy. But in a burning form like this, who can create a peak as brilliant as this fire?

Therefore, I am full of worship for summer! I want to meet you again through the vast autumn, the long winter and the distant spring. I want to meet you again through the vast autumn, the long winter and the distant spring, the highest state of my spirit-bitter summer!

[Appreciation] This essay summarizes the taste of "summer" with "bitterness", which is true, but if it only stays at the level of "bitterness", it will be unremarkable. Although the author of this article wrote about the bitterness of summer, it was more about the pleasure of summer, even including such horrible "events" as "My father slept on the floor covered with a mat, turned over at night and killed a scorpion". That was the real "bitter summer", but the author finally realized that it was that "bitter summer" that forged the hardness and tenacity of his life. Read this kind of sentence "Isn't this long summer the most magnificent and passionate of the four seasons of life?" You will definitely have a deeper understanding of life.

tolerate

A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are full of beautiful excerpts from American classic prose of high school students;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; I still left my childhood behind.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

Appreciate:

At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised. The article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Stream, my "mother". Mom, it's like this stream. Mom, you watched me grow up and took good care of me. I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Now let me make it up to you. I love you, my mother!

South of the Yangtze river

light of the early morning sun

On the water, an ancient stone bridge arched like a beautiful eyebrow;

Under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes, all swaying in the waves;

The river bank is narrow and steep; There are cloisters on the shore, and teahouses, bookstores and restaurants extend to the river; There are also residents, the stone ladder at the back door of the residents, and sisters squatting on the stone ladder to wash vegetables, so that middle school students can enjoy Ying Ying and wash rice;

Their printed towels are like colorful herbs;

Their gentle words, like the return of Yan Zi, are playing the whisper of love;

On the bridge, under the bridge and in the basket, there are fresh squid, swordfish and mandarin fish;

In the bamboo basket, there are water-soaked water chestnuts, lotus roots, cymbals and water chestnuts;

Small streets, though paved with stone slabs, smell like fish in water, like rivers, like harbors.

Perhaps this is the sketch of Jiangnan, the corner of Jiangnan.

Suzhou pingtan, the soft voice of the silk string;

That girl is more beautiful and smarter than Shi; Perhaps this is the image and character of Jiangnan. ...

Appreciate:

The prose poem Jiangnan is a beautiful article: the beauty lies in its poetic and picturesque artistic conception; Beauty lies in its witty remarks, which are meaningful. The combination of emotional beauty and linguistic beauty has become the unique style of this article. Jiangnan is a beautiful picture of Jiangnan water town, which makes people fascinated.

Taking Jiangnan as the topic, it is difficult to write: there are too many landscapes and customs to write in the vast Jiangnan, and it takes a lot of thought to write and choose the angle. In this paper, the unique region of Jiangnan water town is chosen, and the style and characters of the water town are outlined with stretched and concise pen and ink. The full text is only 285 words, and it is only the corner of the south of the Yangtze River. But this corner is the epitome of Jiangnan.

idyll

Karl Schabik

Holland is a country with water, flowers and pastures. On the green lowlands between canals, black and white cows and black cows with white waist and blue mouths are grazing. Some cows are covered with damp-proof blankets on their backs. Cattle sometimes stand still when eating grass and ruminating, as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady, and its behavior is dignified. The old cow is like the cow's parents and has great dignity.

This is the real Netherlands: turquoise lowlands are embedded among canals, and herds of horses are fierce and strong, with legs as thick as cylinders and manes fluttering in the wind. Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. Yuan Ye in vast expanse seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom.

There are also white sheep on the lowlands, leisurely on the green grassland like a paradise. The black pigs kept snoring, as if in agreement. There are thousands of chickens and long-haired goats, but there are no people. This is the real Holland.

Only in the evening did I see someone coming by boat, sitting on a small bench and milking a serious and silent cow. The golden sunset sprinkled on the western sky, and occasionally there was a whistle in the distance, then there was silence. Here, no one shouted, the bell on the neck of the cow's pupil didn't ring, and the milkman was even more silent.

In the canal, ships full of milk barrels are running slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains are carrying cans of milk to the city. After the car passed, everything was calm again. Dogs don't bark, cows in the pen aren't called Cleisthenes, and horseshoes don't kick the baffle of the stable. Really silent. Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance are faintly flashing.

This is the real Holland.

Karl Chapik (1890 ~ 1938) is a Czech novelist and playwright. This article is selected from his masterpiece Bright Deep Pool.

At the beginning of this paper, the Dutch characteristics are marked, "the country of water, the country of flowers and the country of pasture". Later, focusing on pasture, he painted the "real Holland" full of "pastoral poetry" with kind and peaceful brushwork, which showed the author's longing for pastoral life and expressed his feelings of loving peace and hating war. Naturally, he showed his ingenious description skills. His style is lively and humorous.

Third, the wind and rain

Jiapingao

The forest is like a piece of dough, bulging all around. Drum up and sink, sink and drum up. Then he leans to one side and walks around; The ground is rising again and cannot be fixed; Suddenly, he jumped to the other side, constantly, suddenly big and small, suddenly gathered and scattered; There is no direction at all. Then everything is spinning, and the Woods are crowded in one place. Green seems to have been stretched a lot, twisted, twisted, and fallen leaves rushed up to grow a big mushroom in the air. Crashed with a clash, black spots were scattered all over the sky, the green was completely squashed, and the houses and walls inside were clearly seen.

The weeping willows are all messed up, but they are surprisingly clear when thrown into the air. They suddenly became stiff and then fell like hemp balls. The leaves of poplars have changed their appearance thousands of times: with their backs facing the sky, they are gray; Turn around again, the green one is black and clear. The reed fell completely, and a broken stem stuck obliquely in the mud, making a crackling sound.

A sheep with a broken belt ran out of the fence, supported by its hoof, and suddenly ran into a tree, and then slid straight with its hoof. Finally, it fell beside a dunghill and lost its white color. A girl in a red shirt rushed out to lead the sheep and wanted to return at once, but it was impossible. She whirled around the yard, screaming, only two steps away from the steps, unable to walk for a long time.

The vines on the locust tree could no longer be caught, only to loosen the curled hands and feet and suddenly fell down like a dead snake, soft into a pile. Countless flies are concentrated on the wires under the eaves, one next to the other, not flying or humming. It's getting dark, and the wires are getting thicker and thicker, forming a curved arc.

A bird's nest fell from the top of a tall tree, rolled around on the ground and scattered all over the floor. Several birds screamed and flew to embrace it, but they couldn't fly down. They floated to the right, tilted to the left, their wings shook, their feathers were in a mess, they whirled and suddenly stopped in the air. They fell to the ground like stones in an instant, and there was no sound.

In the narrow alley, a piece of waste paper was pasted on the east wall for a while, and an American essay pasted on the west wall was extracted and appreciated for a while. Suddenly, it rushed out of the wall and disappeared immediately. A wet cat ran as fast as it could and jumped on the eaves. It was surprised, too. Several tiles fell obliquely like leaves, suddenly fell vertically and broke into a pile.

The duckweed in the pond is as thick as a velvet quilt, protruding, protruding again, suddenly lifting a corner and swishing away; Water suddenly gathers and solidifies into a cone for a long time; Slapped down and smashed a hole, duckweed rushed around the pond, and several fish jumped around in the grass nest on the shore.

In the northernmost hut, the wooden frame creaked. The door is closed, the window is closed, and the oil lamp is still not on. On the seat of the heatable adobe sleeping platform, the old man was beating his waist and legs, while the children were lying on the door, happily folding paper boats and letting them out one by one. ...

Appreciation of China's classic lyric prose.

The author mainly uses the method of side foil to express the wind and rain. Vivid pictures, like slow motion in movies, show the wind and rain from different sides and angles, forming a harmonious artistic picture as a whole. So the article describes "wind and rain". Although there is no word "wind and rain" in the 500-word classic essay, the author describes the wind and rain everywhere, with its shape, sound, spirit and rhyme.

Trees on the cliff

Zhang Qinghe

Did you jump off the cliff in order to get rid of that cold and hunger? Is it to avoid the shame of being captured, after running out of ammunition and food, you threw yourself into this cliff without hesitation?

On that day, you really jumped down, like an eagle swooping down to hunt, like a meteor breaking through the silent night. However, you are not dead. A steep cliff seam saved you, and a handful of barren soil raised you. Since then, you have settled down here, day and night, year after year, and finally survived tenaciously and grew into a group of scraping people.

It's not tall enough, and the leaves bloom slowly. Clouds haunt it, fog fascinates it, rain attracts it, wind destroys it, frost oppresses snow, and lightning thunders. However, Ziziphus jujuba was not conquered. It does not bow and does not yield. In countless counterattacks and howls, I forged an iron clank and a strong spirit.

Time and time again, it fights and shouts in the wind and rain; Once, it tore the cloud to pieces; It forced the frost and snow to escape with majesty and obedience; It drives away thunder and lightning with fortitude and avoids others-

It knows that it can't become a pillar and a towering tree, but it still grows hard; It knows it can't hide its neighbors, but it still strives to prosper. Unlike peach trees in front of the mountain and pear trees behind the mountain, they are pampered and often give some color to see. Unlike willow, which is eager for success and occupies a good place with rich water and expensive land, it is complacent and only shows off. Ziziphus jujuba stands silently and does not despise inferiority. Have a cordial conversation with the sun and the moon. The sky and the earth are full of sucking. I never need anyone's special care and care. I grew up on that cliff by my own strength, making people appreciate that touching style. Sincerity, not jealousy. Very simple, never greedy. Raise your hand to greet passers-by and bow your head to congratulate and bless the winner.

That autumn, unconsciously, it produced a small jujube. There is only one, and it is almost invisible.

That jujube is a gift from the sun, moon and stars in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is a concentrated Danxia neon cloud. It is bright and red, like agate, like pearls, like a burning flame, like the soul on the cliff of Wan Ren. The moment I saw its fruit, I suddenly had a strange idea: Zizyphus jujuba, maybe it was the heart of that Zizyphus jujuba tree that had worked hard for decades! With a heart, it will have a dream and embrace the world more warmly!

From language learning, number10,2001

The author describes a wild jujube tree that has been swaying in memory for 30 years, which is shown from four aspects: first, it challenges the fate of "hunger and cold" and "running out of ammunition" and pursues the existence of life; Secondly, it is to fight, fight back and overcome all kinds of disasters fearlessly and resolutely with "clank iron bone" and "lang lang car-scrapping"; Thirdly, it "knows that it can't be a pillar and a towering tree", but it never complains, and always "strives" to give full play to the extreme of life, strong and noble; Finally, when Zizyphus jujuba "a heart that has suffered for decades" shines on the cliff, it does not show off and stop, but "embraces the world more warmly". What an optimistic and precious outlook on life! This article is full of meditation, leaving readers with not only the taste of language, but also endless ideological enlightenment.