Good paragraph: a famous paragraph describing "auction"

The sandals were stuffed in the crotch, and they swaggered out of the store like thieves. Where the street lights can't shine, look at the shadow of the police at both ends, and then take it out of the crotch, posing as a serious face of a businessman, and take the goods to the brightly lit street to find customers. Think at once; How can I phrase this so that people can't see that I just auction a pair, and the price will not be broken? This is simply a general principle: the goods in the merchant's shop are as expensive as treasures, and there is no price. When they fall into your hands and mine, the price of the auction will be reduced by half as usual, although you have never used them. This pair of straw sandals, which were sold on the street by my hand, must be at a loss. What else can I say? However, I can't accept the natural situation. I have to be clever, even if I pretend. Really, in order to survive, even thieves have to do it, if they are forced to starve to death. Around our society, there is no room for a good man who shows his true colors everywhere. If a sincere good person can live, it needs another new world. If I declare to the shopkeeper as soon as I enter the store that I am hungry and I am not sure about the store account, then I really want to sleep on the street and eat the favor of the police. Based on this philosophy of survival, I called to the rickshaw driver who was resting by the vendor's stall, holding out my hand with sandals. "Hey, do you want sandals? I brought a new pick from Zhaotong. This is a pair of looks. Look: Do you want it? " Rickshaw drivers handed the straw sandals one by one and rubbed them under the smelly oil lamp beside the vendor's stall. I carry my hands behind my back, like an experienced boss, and observe the looks of the proprietors. One said lovingly, "It's too expensive." A chin with a short moustache said, "Without wearing it!" A leisurely and self-sufficient ground to say; "It's better to wear our hemp sandals!" This business is really bad, and I'm a little anxious. Suddenly, the vendor selling peanuts and peas asked my price: "How much is a pair?" "How many pairs do you want?" Made it look like I've sold hundreds of pairs of sandals and asked, "More, let's make a little price. Just buy a pair, it will cost 4! " I bought it at this price, and I was not cruel. I wanted to shout a little higher, but I was afraid of losing this good customer. "Hey, a little more money will be enough to buy a pair of cloth shoes. How can it be so expensive?" The peddler pretended not to look at the goods, and looked at the stall, as if he were silently counting the piles of peanuts and peas. I grabbed the straw sandals and showed them to him, saying, "Look, these are Zhaotong straw sandals. In fact, what makes Zhaotong straw sandals special in Kunming is that I have no idea. I just pretend to be an expert and talk. "No matter what Zhaotong you come from, straw sandals are always straw sandals, unlike eggs that turn into chickens!" The peddler grinned at me slightly. My face, somehow, turned red, and I left angrily with sandals. "Two hundred! Do you sell? " He suddenly offered me a price. "Three hundred and fifty!" I turned around and answered, enough to relax. "One for adding, one for letting, 25." A rickshaw driver hits the assembly. "That's what he said!" The peddler shouted at me and I stopped. "Three hundred! Not a few! " Stick to my price. "Fuck you! Don't. " I went for a long walk and found a large number of waiters, rickshaws, porters, vendors and waiters. Like a phonograph, I have repeated the words many times: as soon as I pick straw sandals … they look like a pair … if I buy more, I will reduce the price. However, the result was very bad, either 16 or 18, as if they all saw through that I was waiting to sell my sandals before eating. I have no good idea, so I have to go back to this vendor selling peanuts and peas and sell them at a price of 25. But he took out his face and snorted at me. Probably the fake face I just hung up has been torn off with embarrassment. As a result, he is now putting on an act. Finally, he said with a "mmm": "No! These sandals don't wear! " This really hit a loud wall. I fell off and ran. "good! Two hundred, two hundred! " He caught me like this again. This is actually 2 words more than 18, and these 2 words are of unparalleled value to me here and now. So I sold it to him. The sauce yellow copper coins (one worth twenty pence) were counted one by one in my palm by his hand, one by one, ten by one. I was very careful, and I threw the copper coins one by one on the step stone to see if there were any dumb boards.-This move was not like a businessman selling goods one by one, but I had already neglected these. At the same time, the rickshaw driver on the side said, "Oh, two hundred pence a pair, then we also want it. Go and get some more pairs! " "I don't sell it, I don't sell it." I am a little angry. But the anger soon disappeared. It's like putting ten silver dollars in the bag, and joy is trembling on my lips. -(Ai Wu: A Lesson in the Philosophy of Life, Selected Short Stories by Ai Wu, pp. 4-7)

This place is so spacious. If it weren't for the low fence, forty couples could dance Mazzuca freely in it, but the fence divides the court into two parts, one for the audience and the other for the auction. There are several rattan chairs in the place where the audience is accommodated, and there is a wooden platform in the auction, on which there is a big table shaped like a horseshoe and covered with green velvet cloth. Mr. Iqnaxi saw three officials standing at the table, wearing necklaces around their necks and pretending to be a member of the House of Lords: this is the executor. There is a stack of documents about real estate auction in front of each executor. Between the table and the fence, and behind the fence, there is a crowd of businessmen. They stood and looked up at the executioner, so absorbed that even monks who observed the celestial phenomena devoutly would be jealous.

——([ Bo] Proust: Puppet, page 47)

You can hear the shouts of the auctioneer at the gate. The room was crowded with curious people. All the famous ladies in Huajie Liuxiang were present, and several ladies were secretly looking at them. This time, in the name of participating in the auction, they can take a closer look at the women they have never had a chance to get along with. Maybe they are secretly envious of these women's free and dissolute enjoyment life. Duchess f's arm bumped into miss a; Miss A is a typical unlucky beauty in today's prostitute circle. Marquise T is hesitating whether to buy the furniture that Mrs D is pushing up the price. Mrs D is the most romantic and famous slut in the contemporary era. The Duke Y, who was considered bankrupt in Paris in Madrid and bankrupt in Madrid in Paris, actually didn't even spend his annual income. At the moment, while chatting with Mrs. M, he is flirting with Mrs. N. Mrs. M is a brilliant short story writer. She often wants to write down what she says and sign her name. The beautiful Mrs. N often walks on the Champs Elysé es, wearing clothes that are inseparable from pink and sky blue. There are two strong black horses driving for her. These two horses Matoni charged her ten thousand francs ... She paid them in full, and finally, there was Miss R. Her position earned by her own talents made the upper-class women who rely on wedding makeup feel ashamed, making those who rely on love even more dust behind. Despite the cold weather, she came to buy some things, and many people paid attention to her. I must mention that everyone was in high spirits at that time. Although many women were acquaintances of the deceased, they seem to have no nostalgia for the deceased at the moment. Everyone laughed loudly, and the auctioneer shouted at the top of his lungs. Businessmen sitting on the benches in front of the auction table desperately told everyone to be quiet, so that they could do business safely, but they would never pay attention to them. I have never seen such a noisy gathering. -([France] Dumas: La Traviata, page 15-17)

When three o'clock strikes, the quartermaster will move two canvas bags covered with big red wax prints and marked with Sylvester's name to the deck, which are for auction-the things of the dead must be auctioned according to the regulations-all his clothes, everything he had when he was alive. And those sailors are happy to run around and stand around. On a hospital ship, people often see this kind of cloth and bag auction, so they are no longer moved. Besides, Sylvester is not well known on this ship. His blouse, shirt, blue T-shirt, etc. were all touched and turned over, and then they were bought for a certain amount. The buyer will increase the value and resell it to others to play. Now it's the turn of the important small box that has been valued at fifty sous. The letters and medals in the box have already been taken out and prepared for his family, but there are still books for copying songs, Confucius' works, and threads, buttons, needles and various odds and ends that my grandmother Yvonne put there to mend him. Later, the quartermaster who displayed the auction took out two small Buddha statues that Sylvester robbed in a pagoda to prepare for Gotha. These two Buddha statues look so strange that when they appear in such a bad fate, everyone can't help laughing. But although these sailors are smiling like this, it is not because of ruthlessness, but only because of lack of thinking. Finally, two cloth bags were sold. The buyer immediately blotted out the name on the bag and wrote his own name on it. After the auction, someone carefully swept away the dust and rope scraps that fell on the unusually clean deck. And the sailors quickly turned around to play with their parrots and monkeys. -([France] Luo Wei; The Icelandic Fisherman (page 18-19) Good paragraph: A famous paragraph describing "labor"

At this time, people were already the same as when they charged in the war: some dropped their straw hats, some took off their shirts, and all the sickles flashed, as if people were flying, sickles were flying, wheat electricity was flying, and the wheat fields covered with poplars seemed to rise. (Zhao Shuli: Old Quota, Selected Novels of Zhao Shuli, pp. 423-424)

The cart pulling wheat rushed out of the village, and one, two, three ... cars rolled up yellow smoke behind them. The bell tinkled, the horseshoe clattered, the red tassel whipped, the driver sang Hebei minor, and the man held his voice and sang a female voice, which made him laugh! In a short time, the cart drove into the wheat field, and the members who followed it, with ropes and wooden rights in their hands, jumped off the cart one by one, and one of them failed to stand firm and made a butt bump. The members who had just stopped the sickle came running to help move the wheat, return it to the pile and load the car. Some picked it with their weights, others grabbed it with their hands, picked up the wheat and threw it into the car. In a short time, every car was packed like a hill, and a few people went up and put it on it. There were a few strong boys below, shouting their songs and shaking the "wringer". The rope as thick as the small arm tied the wheat tightly ... After the carts were loaded, they were full and high. The young man with the car first threw the fork from the car and people climbed up. The wagon handle shook the whip solemnly and proudly, passed by, and the animals in the long cover leaned against the axle again. As soon as they shouted "Drive Oh", the cart went back along the road with a noise, swaying like a fat man who had eaten a lot of japonica rice and stewed meat. (Haoran: Sunny Days, pp. 1194-1195)

We climbed the levee through the dense snow, looked and drank! The light shines like day. It suddenly dawned on me that this must be the pumping station site of Wanjin Agricultural Society. The caisson project is near the end, a big pipe sucks water from the bottom of the pit like a black python, and the machine in the water pump room built by a reed mat is ringing. Many people wear long rubber boots and rubber trousers and work in ice water. The steel cable in the overhead air hangs pieces of cement precast blocks and then sends them below. Half of the foundation wall on which the pump is installed has been built. Along the huge pit edge, on the wooden springboard criss-crossed, people carrying mud and soil are busy up and down. The electric lamp hanging in the air is swayed by the wind, and the snow fog is like a roll of white blanket cloth spinning, shaking and flying. (Liu Baiyu: A Warm Snowy Night, Short Stories Since the Founding of the People's Republic, page 337)

Levin paid more attention to Ivan Palmi and his wife. They are loading hay into the car not far from him. Ivan Palmi's standing in the car, accept, put away, and trample a large bunch of hay, which was handed to him by his beautiful young wife deftly. She first handed it up hug by hug, and then put it on with a fork. The young peasant woman worked leisurely, happily and nimbly. Compacted hay is not easy to fork on her fork. She first rakes the hay loose, sticks it in with a fork, then presses the weight of her whole body on the fork with agile and elastic movements, and then immediately bends her back with a red belt. She lifts herself up, lifts her plump chest under her white shirt, turns the fork flexibly, and throws bundles of hay high into the car. Evidently, Ivan wanted to spare her unnecessary labor as much as possible. He quickly opened his arms and took the bundles of hay she threw, and laid them flat in Chedan. When she raked up the last straw, the young peasant woman brushed off the grass clippings that fell on her neck and cut the red scarf that hung down to her white forehead that had not been tanned by the sun. She climbed into the car to help tie it. Ivan showed her how to tie the rope to the crossbar. After listening to what she said, he laughed loudly. A strong, young and newly awakened love can be seen in the expressions of their faces. ([lev tolstoy]: anna karenine, p. 42)

After that poplar tree, wheat fields stretch from the avenue to the top of the mountain like dazzling yellow carpets. The wheat on the hillside has been cut and tied into bundles, but the wheat field at the foot of the mountain has just been harvested ... Six wheat cutters stand in a row, waving their sickles, and the sickles shine brightly, and they all send out "Fuxi, Fuxi!" The voice. From the action of the peasant woman who tied the wheat, from the face of the reaper, and from the light of the sickle, we can see that the summer heat is roasting them, making them choke. A black dog with its tongue sticking out came running towards the carriage from the reaper, probably wanting to bark for a while, but stopped halfway and looked at Jane Niska, who shook her whip to scare her. It was so hot that the dog refused to bark! A peasant woman straightened up, put her hands on her aching back, and fixed her eyes on Ye Guo Ruscica's red cloth shirt. Whether the red color of the shirt caught her fancy or he reminded her of her children, I don't know. In short, she stood there motionless and stared at him for a long time ... ([Russia] Chekhov: "Grassland" and "Selected Chekhov Novels" page 157)

The two brown horses have run north and disappeared, but They will stop soon because they are tired, but this mare may succeed.