Standard narrative prose (except the back), two pieces, preferably not written by the same author, thank you for your help!

"Adults happy, will be close to us. Although it is to make them happier, we are willing to do so. However, as soon as they are upset, they want to call us annoying at will. It seems that all the troubles must be borne by us. This is what we did when we were young and we never understood it. "

Reading always feels impetuous and restless, especially reading prose. I think reading prose can make an already calm and elegant heart more peaceful and comfortable. After reading it, you will gain something and feel something. However, if you read prose with a noisy heart, your mood will get worse and worse.

Mr Jia Pingwa, in San Mao's words, is one of her "beloved masters".

I don't remember what I was in the mood to watch Stars in the Sky. Anyway, along the way, reading is very general, whether it is prose, novel or biography, not to mention philosophical articles. However, I clearly remember the words at the beginning, which moved me. It caught my eye at once, and it was really a pleasure to read through the article.

I have a bad habit of reading articles: I don't ask for a solution. After reading it, the forgetfulness that should be forgotten, such as passing clouds, has no record of reading notes, and some beautiful quotations and aphorisms in the article have never been extracted. So, it seems that I haven't made any progress, and I have been reading and writing in a daze. However, the "stars in the sky" haunt me and I can't get over it. Sometimes I think about it when I walk, sometimes I think about it inexplicably when I lie in bed, and even when I go to the toilet. However, I only watched it twice at first! Besides, I can't boast of my memory. I even said I was forgetful. It seems that a good article is not necessarily tasted slowly.

I should write something about "the stars in the sky" just to forget it!

The article is written from a child's perspective, delicate, beautiful and true.

The prose is straightforward, but Stars in the Sky has a unique flavor and several twists, which makes people want to stop reading and smells like a plot novel. Just sigh that the article is too short!

This article uses the technique of "xing", which is very appropriate. I really admire how Mr. Wang Can described the child's heart so vividly, as if the stars were children, who were alive and suffering. What about the moon? Like an adult, dignified and unreasonable.

There is a little sad and clear style at the beginning of the article, which tells the main idea of the article. Sure enough, It's getting dark and We Children bear the "trouble" of "adult" parents reprimanding these children who are fond of playing hide-and-seek. The children crept out of the house to enjoy the cool under the tree in front of the door. There is nothing to see around them. "This is not new", but "Idle is really boring". I clearly see how innocent, wronged and lonely innocent children are, sitting in the dark sky, "I don't know how to spend the night."

However, Wenfeng turned around. My sister suddenly called out, "Stars!"

As a result, "I" and my sister became curious, and shining stars appeared overhead. "We" counted the stars happily: "Oh, two, three mistakes, ten, fifteen." How excited we are. For a time, we saw the stars in the sky appear quickly and countless. We feasted our eyes on the twinkling stars in the sky. How beautiful, lovely and naughty the stars are, how strange, bright and burning.

"They are really a group of children. When they appear, they will play a naughty riddle! " Such a sentence not only shows the cuteness and naughty of the star; I also saw how lively the children are at the moment. The stars are like a group of children, indicating the depth of the article. Wonderful!

So, "The night sky is no longer desolate, the stars are busy there, some are loading bears, some are learning dogs, some are operating spoons, some are carrying loads, some are extremely happy, carrying lanterns and running around like a gust of wind", "We are all happy". My sister and I stood under the tree, raised our hands and looked at the stars. The stars seemed to be very proud, winking at us and laughing ghosts. What a happy picture this is, how comfortable "we" and the stars are, and what a wonderful moment this is.

However, the good times did not last long. The moon came out. The appearance of the moon "surprised us".

The night sky was shrouded in Bai Yueguang, and the stars suddenly disappeared for no reason. "We don't know what happened to the moon, but we found that the stars were much less and the rest were much lighter. It used to be a strong light and turned into a weak light. "

My sister was at a loss and asked in a panic, "What's the matter?" Then he said, "Why are there fewer stars when the moon comes out?" In this way, the two children looked at each other, puzzled, and began to be unhappy, puzzled and confused. It is easy for us to know that the moon is bright, so the stars are scarce. And for two naive children, how can they know? After sitting down and thinking for a while, I finally realized that the lonely night sky probably belongs to the moon. I must be angry with those restless stars and scare them.

My sister said, "Oh, the moon in the sky is grown up."

Therefore, "we" and "deeply pity these stars: when the moon is not there, they are so ethereal, and when the moon appears, it becomes so obscene." And we are not poor in the article? Because of the troubles of adults, we suffer with them and bear some anger innocently. This is the majesty of adults. Adults don't know how to cherish their children, but they infect them with troubles for no reason. "This is what we did when we were young, and we never understood it."

Parents are overbearing moons, and "we" are obscene stars. This kind of innuendo is too apt to be far-fetched.

The article here is really amazing.

However, the author is not idle.

Next, "we can't bear to look at those stars anymore", "we" went to the stream to wash our faces, and the little "I" lamented the misfortune when I was a child: were we too young? Innocent and fragile hearts have been inexplicably hurt. My sister and I were silent, thinking about the poor stars. The disappearance of the stars brought them gloom, and the temporary happiness disappeared, but it added a lot of sadness. We would rather not have beautiful things, and we are afraid that we will lose them after we have them. Can two young hearts bear and dissolve that sense of loss? We can't even express our inner pain in words. "We" can only suffer silently, even if we can't.

"Ah, they are hidden here." My sister cried in surprise as if she had found a treasure. It turned out that she saw the stars lying in the clear stream. "We" are happy again, and we "hurry" to catch the stars in the underground river, but we can't catch them. However, as long as we are happy to see them, the rushing water can't wash them away. We danced with excitement and laughed our heads off. Suddenly, "we will keep quiet" because we are afraid that the moon will find the stars hiding here, "let them hide there quietly."

"We" went back to sleep, but we were too excited to sleep, and we were afraid that the hidden stars would be discovered by the moon! "There are too few stars underwater" is also a pity. At this time, the adults cried "we" and fell asleep uneasily. "We" and other adults are asleep. "We get up quickly, sneak out the door and take out washbasins, bowls, pots and pans. Fill up the water and let more and more stars hide in it. "

Because, "although they are small, how lonely it would be without them in the sky!" " "

At this point, the article is naturally perfect.

Sleepless Flowers by Yasunari Kawabata

I often think incredibly about trivial problems. Yesterday, I just arrived at the hotel in Rehai, and the people in the hotel brought begonia flowers different from Xiaosheng. I was so tired that I went to bed alone early. I woke up at four o'clock in the morning and found Begonia still awake.

I was surprised to find that the flowers were still awake. There are also gourd flowers and cordate telosma, as well as morning glory and acacia flowers, which are almost all open day and night. Spend a sleepless night. This is a well-known thing. But I seem to understand. Staring at Begonia at four o'clock in the morning, I feel more beautiful. It is in full bloom and contains a kind of sad beauty.

It is a well-known thing that flowers wake up and suddenly become an opportunity to discover new flowers. The beauty of nature is infinite. The beauty people feel is limited. It is precisely because people's ability to feel beauty is limited that the beauty they feel is limited and the beauty of nature is infinite. At least the beauty I feel in my life is limited, which is my actual feeling and my exclamation. People's ability to feel beauty neither keeps pace with the times nor grows with age. Begonia flowers at four o'clock in the morning should be said to be valuable. If a flower is beautiful, then sometimes I can't help but say to myself: live!

Renoir, the painter, said: As long as there is a little progress, it will be closer to death. How miserable. He added: I believe I am still making progress. These are his last words. Michelangelo's last words are: When things finally get what they want, it is death. Michelangelo is 89 years old. I like his face made of plaster.

It is relatively easy to develop the ability to feel beauty to a certain extent. It's hard to imagine with your head alone. Beauty is the result of encounter, but also the result of closeness. This needs to be cultivated repeatedly. For example, only one ancient work of art has become the inspiration and the opening of beauty. This situation is indeed many. So, a flower is not bad.

Staring at a flower arrangement in a niche, I thought to myself: when the same flower blooms naturally, will I stare so carefully? I only got a flower in a vase and put it in a niche, so I stared at it intently. Not just flowers. Let's talk about literature Novelists nowadays, like singers nowadays, generally pay little attention to nature. Probably there are few opportunities for careful observation. Put a flower in the niche and hang a picture of it. This painting is no less beautiful than a real flower. In this case, if the painting is poor, then the real flowers will be more beautiful. Even if the flowers in the painting are beautiful, the beauty of the flowers is still conspicuous. However, we look at the flowers in the painting carefully, but pay little attention to the real flowers.

Li Di, Qian Shunju, Zongda, Guang Lin, Yuzhou and Gu Jing, many times we can appreciate the beauty of real flowers from their flower paintings. Not just flowers. Recently, I put two bronze statues of Xiaoqing on my desk, one is Rodin's Woman's Hand, and the other is Maiuoer's Leda Statue. From these two works, we can see that Rodin and Maiuoer have completely different styles. We can appreciate various postures from Rodin's works, and we can also appreciate women's skin from Maiuoer's works. Their careful observation can't help but surprise people.

When my dog gave birth to a baby and the puppy wobbled, I saw a small image of a puppy, and I was shocked. Because its image is exactly the same as something. I found that it was very similar to the puppy painted by Zong Da. That is the image of a puppy living on the spring grass in a big ink painting. My family has a mongrel dog, which is not a good dog, but I deeply understand Zongda's noble realistic spirit.

Observing the sunset glow in Kyoto at the end of last year, I found it was exactly the same as the red used by Jiro. I have seen a famous tea bowl called Sunset made by Jiro Nagata before. The yellow color of this red glazed tea bowl is indeed the evening sky in Japan, which permeates my heart. It was in Kyoto that I remembered the tea bowl and looked up at the real sky. When I looked at this tea bowl, I couldn't help but see many paintings of Jiro. That's a small picture. It was a broken and unkempt cross-shaped cloud in the evening sky of a lonely village in the wilderness. This is indeed the evening sky in Japan, which permeates my heart. The rosy clouds Jiro painted in the fields are all Japanese, and the color of the tea bowls Jiro made is also Japanese. At dusk in Kyoto, I also remembered this painting. Thus, Fan Jiro's painting, Jiro's tea bowl and the real dusk sky echo each other in my heart, which is more beautiful.

At that time, I went to Benye Temple to visit the tomb of Pubu Hall, and it was already dusk on my way home. The next day, I went to Lanshan to see the Yutang tablet carved by Laiyang. Because it was winter, no one came to visit Lanshan. But I discovered the beauty of Lanshan for the first time. I've been here several times before. As a general scenic spot, I didn't appreciate its beauty very well. Lanshan is always beautiful. Nature is always beautiful. However, sometimes, this kind of beauty is only seen by some people.

I found the flowers awake, probably because I stayed in a hotel alone and woke up at four in the morning.

Morning in Xiahe River

Author: Jia Pingwa

It was1July 24, 995 at seven or eight o'clock in the morning. There was never a great silence before, which made me feel a panic when I woke up. I want to make some noise, but X is still sleeping, so I shouldn't disturb him. I quietly went to the shower room to wash my face. The water was too cold to reach my face. I stood by the glass of the window wrapped in felt. I think Xiahe county is really worthy of Labrang Temple, which is one of the holy places of Tantric Buddhism. The lonely soul in the empty valley must have a god to talk to!

It rained lightly last night. I don't know when it rained and when it came back to life. White has not appeared on the glass yet.

In the fog, you can see the mottled white and black on the cement street stones, like clouds floating in the sun. The door of the street shop has not been opened yet, but scattered people have passed by. It's a foot, maybe a right foot. When I noticed, the toe of the shoe was exposed to the glass, and the heel was worn high and low.

I know it's a T-junction, but now it's just a triangle, and a woman is squatting under a lamppost. One color of her clothes, shoes and socks is black, but they are white hats. There is a low stool beside her. The basket on the low stool has no cover, and it is white steamed bread. She has been in prison for a long time. Without a buyer, she didn't shout or even move.

Riding a tricycle from left to right, you can go downhill to the river on the left. This tricycle is difficult to pedal. Cyclists are lamas from Labrang Temple, or students from the Buddhist College of Labrang Temple, bald and wearing red robes. Yesterday at noon, I saw many young people wearing this kind of clothes in the market, but they all wrapped their shoulders in red clothes and hid their hands. This hand holds the handlebar, and the bare half arm is exposed. His arms are hairless and not stout. There is always a hot air on his chest, white and milky, like an inseparable ball.

Finally, the grocery store across the street opened. The shopkeeper moved the porcelain jar, broom, a basket of red dates, toilet paper and straw rope to the steps. There is a sheep's head decorated with all kinds of jade on the straw rope bundle, hanging on the wall and moving into the house ... a slender woman, the owner's wife, with a red plastic comb on her head. The leader did not buckle, while using a toothbrush. In the past, when the word "four yuan a catty of brown sugar" was wiped with his foot, the shopkeeper stayed for a while. As a result, he went into the room and took the chalk. He wrote "Five" again, which was too detailed and rewritten it again.

Three foreigners came down from above. Foreigners' short-sleeved shorts are reddish in color, intoxicating in wine color, and blue eyes look around. A soft white plastic bag was waving on the roadside. Foreigners bent down to see what was written on the bag. It looked like a horse. Three foreigners stood at the grocery store and looked at it. The shopkeeper smiled, holding a bowl made of a human skull still inlaid with jade, and foreigners waved.

A woman hurried out of the alley behind selling steamed bread, turned a triangle and followed the foreigner. The woman is Tibetan, wearing a thick robe and a silver-gray wool hat. They are very thick, and the corner of the front robe is lifted to reveal the red lining. The hem of the robe is pressed with a green cloth edge, revealing half of the shoulder. Inside is a white shirt, and the robe seems to slide down at any time. Followed by her children, the children can't catch up. If you step on the sneakers worn by your mother, the rhythm between mother and child will be uncoordinated. The child looked at his mother, walked on, stepped on the belt again, and the pace was out of order again. His mother muttered, bent down and tied it. At this point, his body has been out of the glass and dragged to the ground, with a red tie in his lower back.

There is no higher building, there is a chimney on the roof, and there is no smoke. The chimney used to lead to the mountains outside the city. There is a tree on the mountain with a round crown and no leaves. There are three plots here, one is a wheat field, the other is a vegetable garden, and one plot of soil has just been turned over, showing an iron red color. There are two tents beside the iron red field. One tent is big and white, with black floral decoration on it, and the other tent is small and gray inside. Yesterday, I saw many such tents in the valley from Xiahe and the grassland where Labrang Temple used to be. They are all lovers. Later, I entered a family. The big tent is the residence and the small tent is the kitchen. There is a tent on such a high ridge. Is it the home of nomadic people? Or for tourists to enjoy? But it's too cold there. Who went to bed?

"What are you looking at?" "I am here to see the world." "Look at the world? Are you God? ! "

I answered, naturally opened my mouth to talk, and finally heard the sound of the river morning this summer. I look back? Often already awake. She propped herself up and quarreled with me. I forgot the window glass, didn't I? It is often said that there is no god here. This is Gannan Tibetan area, which believes in Buddhism.

Preliminary Records of Shangzhou (2)

Author: Jia Pingwa

Opinions vary, and the speaker experiences or guesses, but the listener can't tell right from wrong, which makes him more mysterious about Shangzhou. In what language can you tell where Shangzhou is? That's why I couldn't write this book in 1978. Although I was born and raised there, there is my ancestral grave under a cypress tree, my parents' hall and my relatives and friends. Although I have smeared many articles, it seems that there are too few adjectives spelled out by China's 3,000 square words. I can only say this: how nice this place is!

It doesn't have the Guanzhong Plain or the Southern Shaanxi Plain? Junshan Peak, like Guanzhong, also produces wheat with a yield of 600 kg per mu, and rice with a yield of 800 kg per mu, like southern Shaanxi. All grains grow, but not many grains. The climate is not as dry as Guanzhong, but it is not as dull as southern Shaanxi. Tung trees are also evergreen, but not tall, because the wood is not hard, too lazy to cultivate, and it is dead. There are many orange trees, but they don't bear oranges. The village called dog eggs, smelly and full of thorns, became the fence of farmers' houses. The lotus seeds produced are not seven eyes and eight eyes, but surprisingly eleven eyes, and the taste is incomparable elsewhere. Walnut trees grow everywhere. Walnuts are as big as mountain peaches and as thin as eggshells, which can be broken by hand. Going to the mountains in late autumn, chestnut trees are homeless and fall all over the ground, and they pick up a bag in an hour. However, there are no sheep here. People who eat mutton must be old people, or women who have been pregnant for a month, and then they can enjoy this superior nutrition after a serious illness. The outside world is known as "dragon meat in the sky, fish on the ground", but there are many fish in the river, but no one eats them. Some good urchins go fishing in the river, mostly for fun and for passing drivers. Occasionally wear a string of wicker, and adults refuse to fry it in the pot. Because it smells like fish, the children wrapped it in lotus leaves, coated it with green mud and baked it in the stove. Now there are also people who talk slowly but are not good at cooking, such as boiling pumpkins and frying them in a mess. There are also many crabs. Just mention the stones by the river, and you will see evil things as big as fists running rampant, which will inevitably be regarded as snakes and scorpions, roaring away. There are more turtles. At noon in summer, some of them climbed up the river bank to bask in the quilt. The big one is like a small bowl and the small one is like an ink cartridge. When they are caught, they tie ropes to their legs and become squirrels. There are so many pumpkins. Where is the Kantou River in front of the house and behind it? On the yellow land, everyone plants, cooks and eats, cooks and cooks, and fries and eats. If you invite guests, you can make a "meal" with pumpkins and mung beans. After eating for three days, you don't know the taste of meat. Please note that wolves, insects, tigers and leopards are common and will come to the village in winter nights, so every pigsty should draw circles on the wall with white ash. It is said that wild insects will shrink back when they see it, otherwise the small ones will be taken away, the big ones will be bitten by their tails and driven away with their hairy tails as whips, and the pigs will be scared into silence. Of course, keeping a dog is an essential business. Dog loyalty is the most prominent here, but when it comes to love, it is annoying. They are often tied together and cannot be opened with a stick.

However, it is embarrassing that coal is not produced here. Gold, silver, copper, iron and tin have everything except coal! In the past, it was always a joke that it was dark in Tongguan coal area. When a girl gets married, she has to pee for three years. Later, when she talked about Tongguan, she became jealous. Cooking, kang-burning and fire-warming in the deep mountains are all wood blocks and three-foot-long wood knives. Three times and two times, a wooden rafter is split, which makes the city people stunned and makes Sichuan Taoist priests regret it again and again. Sichuan Taoist burned all the trees on the mountain and planed the thick piles and thin roots. Throughout the year, they burn wheat straw in summer and straw in autumn, sweep leaves and cut thorns. Now start building biogas digesters or go out to pull coal. Of course, this is aimed at those families who make a lot of money, and those farmers with thick doorways.

Most of the roads on the hillside are along the river bank. Although one side is close to the cliff, the cliff is not close to the body. I get dizzy when I look at the ditch. Vehicles on the Maodao are impassable, and the only means of transportation are shoulder poles and baskets. It is common for people carrying firewood to come from far away, with hills on their backs, no head and no body, and only two thin legs to walk very fast. Because there are no more rest places along the road, there are several fixed rest places along the road. No matter carrying a hundred children or eighty children, no matter how hard or tired, you will get a fixed rest prescription. Therefore, Shangzhou men are not tall, but patience is rare, and their shoulders are full of dead meat bumps. Therefore, people here are generally inconspicuous when they go out, thinking that they are easy to bully, but when they are fed up, they will resist. As a result, they will do something. Three or five strong men should not be near. Officials of all ages have said that mountain people, like water, can carry a boat or overturn it. If you give them the benefits of dripping water, they will be rewarded by spring water. If you want high pressure, the gourd in the water will press down and float up. The local chronicles write: Li Zicheng is in Shangzhou, and those who are good at attacking and defending are mostly Shangzhou locals; In the Republic of China, there were always riots. It was in the "Cultural Revolution" that every county had a hammer team, a fist team and a stone team. Countless people died when the counties joined forces. In a warfare in Yang Shan County, one group stoned ten prisoners to death on the floodplain, while the other group tied fifteen prisoners with wire and threw them from the shore to the floodplain. Men are so tough, but women are so affectionate, docile and kind. Although she is not slim and graceful, she has a well-proportioned figure, double leather eyes and long black eyelashes, which often surprises outsiders. Throughout the Danjiang River, Luohe River, Glycerol River, He Qian River and Sihe River basins, there are centenarians in every village, but there are very few 90-year-old men. The troupe is located in seven counties, and the actresses stand, draw, look, sing, read, speak and play in batches, but the hero is good at martial arts and lacks a singing voice, so he has to be hired in Guanzhong.

People in northern Shaanxi say they don't want to eat clothes, while people in Guanzhong don't like to wear them. People here are all jokes, or "poor clothes" or "eating blindly" They follow one's inclinations, take nature as the foundation, and have feelings inside and outside. Usually on holidays, or visiting relatives and friends, visiting the market, will be colorful, brand-new from head to toe. Eat with seven dishes and eight bowls, color is color, shape is shape, taste is taste, rich but not extravagant; No, the same sweet potato noodles, steamed bread, pressure? Whether it is cooking fish, cooking oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, seasonings should be heavy, poor but not sour. With money, you can eat decently and wear decently, but there are two things to pay attention to: one is the bicycle, and the other is the gatehouse. The car was wrapped in red thread and blue cloth, and various garlands were cut on the axle. You can see the owner's family scenery and mind when you look at the car. The gatehouse is even more essential. There are five gatehouses and two gatehouses. Birds and beasts are carved on it, and birds, insects and fish are carved on the wall. Regardless of cadres, farmers, literates and illiterate people, there are plaques on them. In the old society, there were no scholars in a village, and words were circled with bowls. Now it says "beautiful scenery" or "long history"

Jia Pingwa's Prose Horizon

When I was young, I came to Weibei Plain from Zhuo Ling. I like riding a bike and running freely on the road. The crops have been harvested and there are not many pedestrians. There are some trees and short houses scattered on the empty Yuan Ye. Almost as soon as you look up, you can see the distance. The sky and the earth are connected.

The sky and the earth are no longer parallel, forming a triangle. At the intersection, there is a bright gray line, where trees lie.

"Ah, today is over!"

I ran towards the bushes as fast as I could. Riding for a long time, under the tree, the sky is still parallel; Far away, it is a low house, where heaven and earth meet, and the bright gray line appears again.

There came an old man with a beard floating on his chest, leisurely like a fairy.

"Father, are you from the horizon?" I asked.

"the horizon?"

"That's a very bright gray line. Is it far to go there? "

"Son, that's the horizon that can never be reached."

"What is the horizon?"

"This is a mystery."

I don't quite understand. I thought he was lying to me, so I ran to the low house on the bright gray line. However, I failed: the sky and the earth were parallel in the low house, and the horizon appeared in the distance.

I sat on the ground. Chewing the old man's words and thinking about the horizon are really puzzling. It is precisely because this is a mystery that I want to solve it and run such a journey. Is it to attract me and my like-minded people forever, which is always a mystery?

From then on, I grew up day by day and set foot on the society. The boat of life sailed into the sea of life, but I remembered this horizon and didn't sink into life, although there were hardships, sadness and loneliness. Fate and ideal are worlds apart, but they always cross. Highly integrated and unified bright gray-white lines will always attract your front. Always pursue the horizon and solve this mystery, and life will be full of freshness, fun and endless struggle energy.

I can't seem to forget it