Excerpt from a good paragraph 1 His happiness can be written down in an instant, and every time he looks back, acid is better than vinegar. Every time, touched by the accidental encounter between life and life, the world is changing every moment, more boundless than the sky. I can't tell you how my heart vibrates layer by layer. I think of the realm that lotus people can't enjoy, so I won't watch it. I won't end up with tears so dirty, lemon flowers are in full bloom, and the beauty remains in my memory. The writer left the words to the earth ... because the earth is not there, I let the memory stay naturally. Or wait too many nights, softness is the most powerful? If the ideal feeling is a river that stumbles our eyes, then meeting a beautiful woman and putting a fish tank can make people prosperous, and the rich fragrance of flowers always confuses me.
When Shu was not at home, my brother was lying on the windowsill watching the scenery and saw a cat in the sisal bushes. The cat may have just been born. It is as small as a mass of gray wool and has four soft feet. It barely supported itself, shivered twice, its legs and feet trembled once, and then fell sideways. It struggled to stand up again, fell down again, and repeated its sadness endlessly under the gaze of its younger brother.
Appreciation: Ah! What a poor kitten! Cruel fate made its owner abandon it, and ruthless fate pushed it to the abyss of death ... but did it give up? Was it knocked down by fate? No, no. No, it still hasn't given up. It survived with strong willpower. Although it has not got rid of bad luck, I believe that as long as this brave kitten bravely persists to the end, its dark fate will also open a colorful rainbow!
True friendship is rare in the world, and even more rare are evenly matched people. It's just a common exaggeration to cherish. True friendship only exists between people with different status. This kind of friend can share weal and woe with * * *.
Appreciation: Is there any help and effort without asking for anything in return? If there is, or just shows the goodwill of the giver, it is not enough to explain the existence of true friendship. In addition to not containing any utilitarian color, the more important premise of true friendship is spiritual communication, emotional acceptance, value recognition and similar interests. In short, these are two of the same kind. This kind of acceptance and appreciation is not without probability between the same sex, but it is extremely low and probably "only exists between people with different status", while it may have love elements when it occurs between the opposite sex.
The fourth excerpt says that Lu came to Dayu, retired to the inner room, solved the package and luggage, leaned against the mord and hung the monk's knife. Those farmers are all here to pay homage, but they have all the keys to deliver the goods. The two monks bid farewell to the old abbot and returned to the temple. Let's talk about Shen Zhi going to the vegetable garden, looking around and seeing the vegetable garden. I saw these twenty or thirty local ruffians, holding some fruit boxes and wine gifts in their hands, all laughing and saying, "I heard that the monk is a new arrival of the abbot, and all our neighbors have come to celebrate." Shen Zhi didn't know what the plan was, so he went straight to the cesspit. The rascals went forward together, one grasping the left foot and the other grasping the right foot, hoping to stop the tiger in front of the mountain. When the fist fell, the dragon in the sea lost his courage. Exactly: Fiona Fang is an idle garden, and now it is arranged in a small battlefield.
Brother took the opportunity to break away from her and ran to the other end of the alley. His thin body swayed back and forth in the light and shadow, running farther and farther, becoming smaller, as if absorbed by strong sunlight and disappearing. At first, a cat tried to chase him. After a few steps, she found a yellow butterfly in the cockscomb and immediately changed her interest, forgetting the child wearing a small white vest.
Appreciation: The bright sunshine shines on the earth, and lively kittens are happily chasing butterflies and playing on the green lawn in the shadow of the sunshine. All this, everything, is so lovely, so full of vitality. But it is precisely because of the brightness of the surrounding environment that it shows how heavy and sad this little brother with a thin shadow is. This kind of foil writing technique is really refreshing and has unlimited room for daydreaming.
TaiWei shouted, "Lin, you didn't call. How dare you join the White Tiger Festival Hall? Do you know the law? Are you here to assassinate Xiaguan with a knife in your hand? Someone told me that you must have ulterior motives when you held a knife in front of your house two or three days ago. " Lin Chong bowed down and said, "Thank you. Just now, two undertakers called Lin Chong to compare swords." Qiu shouted: Where is it? Lin Chong said: "They have already voted." Qiu said, "Nonsense! How dare you come into my hall! Take this guy with me! " Before the words were finished, more than 20 people came out of the side room, dragging Lin Chong down, just like a soap carving chasing a purple swallow, muddy as a tiger spitting a lamb. Gao Taiwei was furious and said, "Since you are the head coach of the imperial army, you still don't know the statutes. Why did you enter the altar with a sharp sword in your hand to kill this official? " Divide the money around and push Lin Chong down. I don't know what my life will be like.
Excerpt from good paragraph 7. I appreciate the sentence:
The butterfly is pitifully crouching on the windowsill facing the rain, and its slender legs and feet keep rolling and turning. The two tentacles that students slowly hang down because they are full of water are like flags that put officials on their backs on the stage of Peking Opera.
Appreciate:
After reading this passage, I feel sad for these fragile and ignorant little lives. They are too weak. Like the rain in Mao Mao, lightly falling on them will make them helpless to death. I also applaud the author for his detailed description and careful observation. Everyone knows how humble a butterfly is, but the author describes its tentacles, wings, legs and feet vividly from beginning to end, never touching the ground. Isn't the author's observation worth having?
Excerpt from paragraph 8 Song Jiang was overjoyed. Quickly show the stone tablet to He Daochang. For a long time, he said, "This stone is engraved with the name of a righteous man. On the side of the head is the word "for heaven" and on the other side is the word "both loyalty and righteousness". There are north and south stars above, and honorifics below. If you don't see the responsibility, you should declare it at the beginning. " Song Jiang said, "I'm very grateful to be fascinated by Gao Shi. If Mr. Meng sees the teacher, he feels great virtue. Don't hide, for fear of God's rebuke. Please show them and leave a message. " Sung river called the scholar Xiaorang and wrote it on yellow paper. Taoist He said, "The thirty-six lines of heavenly books in front of us are the highest sun stars. There are 72 lines of gobbledygook behind, all earthworms.
Excerpt from a good country on a summer night.
Along the rugged dirt road, along the touch of eternal green, grandma's old house has been waiting for me to go home.
When I was a child, I always liked to play in the shade, touch its winding trunk and play with my friends by the river. Naughty dragonflies spin quietly like a gust of wind, chasing swaying flowers defiantly. We will chase it, chase it, until we come home sweaty and empty-handed.
Grandma's big cattail leaf fan exudes an ancient and simple taste, which seems to record some years soaked in sweat. The constant cicada singing and the gentle breeze of the cattail leaf fan made me sleep peacefully with moonlight and slight coolness.
Now, grandma's hands are like the branches of that ancient tree, full of vicissitudes, but the slow pace of that cattail leaf fan has not changed after all. Strong hands will not creak because of time, but carry fragrant love and hold that long touch. Yes, the memory is short, but the years are long. I'm afraid grandma's serene big cattail leaf fan has long been her beloved shadow, I think so.
The growth of annual rings is in 10, and the train of time has no end, carrying me forward. On the way, I put down some people and took some others with me. You are the most beautiful passenger in my life journey. Leave the train of sadness and start to sail for happiness at this moment. I just want to have you all the way and have you all my life …
I know why, I feel that the clouds in the sky are also escaping from the tenderness of the blue sky and looking for their own happiness in windy places. My heart was suppressed invisibly. I turned to miss your back for the last time, only to find that you had disappeared in the hurried crowd, unable to move your steps and eyes. Everyone who doesn't know love will meet someone who knows love. And then experience a heartbreaking love.
You said you would love me forever. I was so stupid that I forgot to ask "This life or the next life". Maybe one day, in a noisy city, you and I passed by. I will stop and stare at the back in the distance and tell myself that I once loved that person. No matter how good the past is, the more memories there are, the less!
1 1 Bamboo is not only beautiful but also has tenacious vitality. After several spring rains, bamboo shoots emerged from cracks in black soil and rocks. Small, green body, it is not praised like a flower, not like lying in my mother's arms as a child. It just holds its head high, facing the wind and rain, and keeps rising towards the high blue sky. A few months later, it grew as tall as its parents.
Appreciation: Bamboo has always been described and praised by the ancients. Throughout the ages, they have been called four gentlemen with Mei, Lan and Ju. In winter, the biting cold wind blows on the face, the goose feather and heavy snow spread all over the earth, but the bamboo still stands upright. Teacher Ma, like bamboo, doesn't wear heavy makeup and dresses beautifully. Bamboo has been trying to be useful. In order to let us roam freely in the sea of knowledge, Mr. Ma has made a lot of behind-the-scenes efforts in learning and applying knowledge in every lesson, which are engraved in the lesson preparation book. She is trying to make us all pillars of the motherland. I can assure you that when I see bamboo in the future, my mind will flash with Teacher Ma's smiling face cage and long wavy hair. ...
Excerpt from a very good paragraph 12 "Dear Beethoven! Many people have praised his artistic greatness, but he is far more than the first musician, but the most heroic force of modern art. He is the greatest and best friend of all those who suffer and struggle. When we are sad for the disaster in the world, he will come to our side, as if sitting next to a mourning mother, saying nothing, singing his forbearing sad song on the piano to comfort those who cry. When we resist the vulgarity of good and evil against the tired Guang Chen and immerse ourselves in this ocean of will and belief, we will gain unspeakable benefits. He gave us a kind of courage, a kind of struggle happiness ... "
Appreciation: This paragraph is the last paragraph of Beethoven's biography and the summary of this part. Beethoven's greatness lies not only in that he is the most outstanding musician, but also in that his music is written for the suffering people. He restrained his pain, but he comforted people with the happiness he bought from his pain and gave them courage and strength. This passage summarizes the essence of Beethoven's music.
Excerpt from a good paragraph 13 "... I hope you can stay with me forever! Your Beethoven is poor. You should know that my noblest part, my hearing, has greatly declined. When we were together, I felt a lot of symptoms. I didn't say them, but they got worse and worse ... Will they be cured? I certainly hope so, but the hope is slim; There is no cure for this disease. I have to live a miserable life and avoid all the people I love, especially in this poor and selfish world! ..... I have to find shelter in the forbearance of sadness! Although I vowed to transcend these evils, how is it possible? "
Appreciation: This passage is a letter from Beethoven to his friend Reverend Amante. Deafness is an irreparable disaster for musicians, which not only affects their work, but also makes them live a lonely and desolate life from now on, and may also be slandered by their enemies. This passage sums up all the pain caused by Beethoven's deafness, from which he deeply realized the pity and selfishness of the world.
14 Zgang went to the middle of the kitchen with a red face and jumped up like a flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were hard to distinguish, and his shirt trembled and shone like a fire. He danced wildly, as if he could jump all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face.
Fog yarn curled up, harp sounded, and autumn wind contained infinite poetry. Chrysanthemums fall in colorful waterfalls, one after another, shedding thoughts and dreams that can never be reached. Hydrangea is like a burning red candle, one after another, full of expectation, blooming with rosy clouds and blood-stained music, charming in the fog. The sun shines, and beauty is in the heart.
Wordsworth once said: "The life that suits you is beautiful and poetic." Similarly, only the road that suits you is full of sunshine and scenery. Of course, this road will be bumpy, but don't be afraid, because we have chosen the right path for ourselves. Then fight bravely, enjoy the scenery along the way, and let yourself live a wonderful and splendid life course!
Excerpt from a good paragraph 15 gold leaves, the sigh of fallen leaves. Quiet autumn, quiet enough to hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. How quiet!
Autumn leaves fall from the dense trees, like dancing butterflies, like dancing fairies, like Santa Claus's skirt spilled from the blue sky, but it's not Christmas!
The grass in autumn is golden, like a girl in autumn who puts a layer of golden gauze on the grass.
After the autumn rain, the flowers leaned there dejectedly and remained silent. The grass has lost its vitality and vigor, and it is yellow. The street lamp gives off a faint light, which looks so monotonous and lonely under the dark sky.
All the year round is like a Rubik's cube, turning and turning. This time is a calm autumn, and the next time is a cold winter. I really hope it won't become a cold winter, but winter also has its unique beauty!
All the year round is like a watercolor pen. Spring is warm, summer is red, autumn is golden, and winter is cold and white. I like this quiet autumn best.
Excerpt from a good paragraph 16 Not every ferry of life has a boat carrying its destiny. Don't give up your dream, learn to take care of yourself, no one can keep you.
Don't be afraid, don't be timid, feelings are like this, you won't mature without losing, and life is like this, you won't grow without encountering some dangers.
God may not give you what you want. You must strive for it. Don't let the people who love you and yourself down.
Persistence is a burden, and letting go is liberation. No one is perfect, happiness is not 100%, you can't have so much, why ask for so much.
Ironically, time goes by, as if nothing has changed, but when you look back, everything has changed.
The most beautiful emotions in life often appear when we miss them. Long years, lingering feelings, the other side of life, there is always a pleasant scenery, flowers overflowing, refreshing.
The real peace is not to avoid the noise of cars and horses, but to plant chrysanthemums in the hedge of your heart. Although the past flows, the sound of the waves remains unchanged day by day. As long as we get rid of our obsession, we can be quiet and safe.
Excerpt from a good paragraph 17 does not know how to act, no matter how smart it is, it is difficult to interpret dreams; If you don't know how to cooperate, it will be difficult to succeed again. If you don't know how to accumulate, it's hard to have money if you earn money again; If you don't know how to be content, no matter how rich you are, it's hard to be happy; If you don't know how to keep in good health, you won't live long after treatment.
Life, but a cup of tea, full or less, what to fight for; Strong or light, each with its own taste; Whether it's urgent or slow, so what; Warm or cold, smile at each other.
Life is painful because it cares; Because of doubt, it hurts; I am happy because I look down; I am happy because I am pessimistic. We are all passers-by in heaven and earth, and we can't be masters of many people. Let it be!
Winners are necessarily people who don't take the usual path. All roads are not the most efficient but the safest. There is a road that often goes downhill. Usually only half of the people can get out alive, but they save 80% of the journey.
People nearby refused to leave, so it became a restricted area. But this is the path that successful people often take. The only reason why he went in was that he didn't know this road was dangerous before. It was a mistake.
Instead of waiting for others to love you, learn to love yourself more. The heart is really small, happiness can only be single-minded, and warmth can only last a lifetime.
Try to move forward, no distance will be a distance. Life is so short. You really need to take care of yourself. With your own sunshine, your world is more dazzling.
18 if people don't like reading, life will have nowhere to take root and the soul will not find a home. Just like a farmer who sowed a basket of seeds on barren land, it seems that he has been busy all his life, but he has never seen a good harvest; If people don't like reading, life will be disoriented, just like a sailor crossing the ocean, without a compass in his hand, he will lose his goal and get lost in the Wang Yang …
People who love reading are broader than the sky; People who love reading are purer than snow; People who love reading are more emotional than Mount Tai. People who love reading are bold and unrestrained, and the ideal sky is boundless.
For those who love reading, there will be a beautiful back garden in the backyard of the soul, where the four seasons are like spring, exotic flowers and grasses, trees are shaded, flowers are in full bloom and fruits are fragrant ... When we are tired of the internet, we can retreat here and stay away from the world of mortals for a while, and we can listen to novelists telling stories, poets reciting and essayists telling their feelings ... Here, every flower can be a poem. People who love reading will create such a spiritual garden for themselves, indulge their hearts and return to the truth.
Reading will be the love of my life. I hope what I said above can also be the reason why more people love reading.
Excerpt from a good paragraph 19 The ancients wrote slowly and read slowly; Nowadays, people write fast and read fast. I know that some industries need to develop speed reading skills. In Lee Bailey's famous book The Debate Manual, there is a special chapter on fast reading skills. For example, if you spend money to go to a massage room, you certainly don't want the other person to send you away too quickly. Since you are enjoying life, you don't want to spend less time enjoying life, no matter how much the world values speed. Take Go as an example. People who can think for half an hour instead of a minute in each hand are always better at chess. Marx reads Homer's epic once a year, and Mao Mu reads Shakespeare regularly. Can we laugh at their low reading efficiency? It is this sunbathing reading that just completes their Excellence. In the face of wonderful literary works, reading fast is not a skill, but reading slowly is a skill.
This is an information age, and information power has derived a reading tendency. As a result, more and more readers are getting used to facing literature with an attitude towards information. One manifestation of this attitude is the "keyword" frenzy. I'm not talking about keywords in academic papers-although I have never had a good impression on such "keywords" that are usually smeared at the beginning of a paragraph-but metaphorically alludes to a reading tendency of searching for text keywords, similar to lawyers looking for core content from archives.
This excerpt from "Changes in Reading and Writing" will be introduced to you here.
I haven't taken photos for many years since I left Sendai, and I'm afraid to write because the situation is boring and just disappointing him. After more than a year, it is even more difficult to talk about, so although I sometimes want to write, it is difficult to write. So far, I haven't sent a letter and a photo. From his side, it seems that after he left, there is no news.
Suddenly, it was cloudy and the car was still driving at high speed. Looking at the high-speed vehicles heading for Nanhui Xingang, there are very few passing vehicles in twos and threes. This kind of weather, this kind of environment and this kind of road surface are reminiscent of the end of the earth described in a movie. Feel every nerve cell in the air. Looking at the thick clouds behind the mirror, it was dark and rushed towards our car, as if to engulf us in this gray world.
Just as there are no two identical leaves in the world, everyone has his own unique Excellence. Being good at tolerating others' shortcomings and appreciating others' Excellence is not only reflected in an open mind, but also a kind of wisdom to treat people. The sooner you find your best position, the more you can give full play to your potential and embrace success.
Affection is a powerful umbrella to shelter you from the wind and rain; Affection is a thick cotton-padded coat to keep you warm; Emotion is a soft bed. When you are tired, you will forget. Affection is a dry towel. When you cry, you wipe away the tears in your heart. Love is a sweet iced tea. When you smile, it makes you sweet from your mouth to your heart …
Excerpt from a good paragraph 2 1 His happiness can be written down in an instant, and every time he looks back, acid is better than vinegar. Every time, touched by the accidental encounter between life and life, the world is changing every moment, more boundless than the sky. I can't tell you how my heart vibrates layer by layer. I think of the realm that lotus people can't enjoy, so I won't watch it. I won't end up with tears so dirty, lemon flowers are in full bloom, and the beauty remains in my memory. The writer left the words to the earth ... because the earth is not there, I let the memory stay naturally. Or wait too many nights, softness is the most powerful? If the ideal feeling is a river that stumbles our eyes, then meeting a beautiful woman and putting a fish tank can make people prosperous, and the rich fragrance of flowers always confuses me.
How do you stand by the river alone? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle.
There she is. She is coming down from the mountain. Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand.
I said, "Come on, I'll give you a white rose. You can pin it on your skirt." She said a word with a smile, but she couldn't hear it. However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand.
Looking up at her road, I saw flowers on both sides, flowers hanging down and flowers falling down. I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it?
Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her?
It's all over, the flowers are hidden, and the dreams are awake. How to get to the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it?
Excerpt from paragraph 23, while in high spirits, polished to thick ink, dipped in a pen, walked to the white powder wall, waved and wrote:
"I have been attacking history since I was a child, and I grew up with tactics. Like a tiger lying on a barren hill, its hidden minions endure.
It's a pity that tattooed cheeks deserve Jiangzhou. If he gets revenge, he will bleed in Xunyang estuary. "
Song Jiang wrote it, read it himself and smiled. After drinking a few glasses of wine, I was not happy, but began to swing and dance wildly. I got a pen again, and after I went to Xijiang Moon, I wrote four more poems, saying:
"My heart is in Shandong and I am in Wu, floating in Pengjianghai.
When she was young, Ling dared to laugh at Huang Chao's husband. "
After Song Jiang finished writing the poem, he went to the back and wrote a big book with five words: "Written by Jiang." After writing, he threw the pen at Zhuo and sang to himself again.
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