The beautiful fragment of Camel Xiangzi 10 should have 300 words.

Xiangzi slept in a daze for two days and nights, and Tigress panicked. When she arrived at Niangniang Temple, she asked for a magic prescription: besides a little incense ashes, there were two or three kinds of herbs. He did open his eyes and look, but after a while he fell asleep again, muttering something. Tigress remembers to call the doctor. After two injections, he woke up, opened his eyes and asked, "Is it still raining?"

Strangely, the more he tried to avoid her, the more he wanted to see her. The darker it gets, the more he wants to see her. A kind of boldness and confusion, knowing that it was wrong but willing to try, gripped his heart tightly. When he was young, he poked a hornet's nest with a pole, like this. He was afraid, but his heart jumped to try, as if something evil was urging him. When he fainted, he felt a stronger energy than himself, rolled him into a ball and threw him into the fire; He can't stop his progress.

The second dose of medicine was cooked, but he refused to eat it. I love money and hate myself for being so bad that I was disgusted by a rain. He refused to drink the bowl of bitter juice. In order to prove that he doesn't need to take medicine, he wants to get dressed and go down to the ground at once. But as soon as he sat up, he covered his head with a big stone, and his neck went soft. Golden flowers appeared in front of him and fell down again. Needless to say, he picked up the bowl and swallowed the medicine.

He lay for ten days. The more he lies down, the more anxious he becomes. Sometimes he crawled on the pillow and cried silently with tears in his eyes. He knew he couldn't make any money, so Tigress had to bear all the expenses. If we put her money on the mat, we will rely on one of his cars; With Tigress's love for flowers and food, he can't afford it. Besides, she's pregnant!

He left the ground as soon as he felt a little sick. Looking in the mirror, he can't recognize the person in the mirror: his face is unshaven, his cheeks are sunken from the sun, his eyes are two deep pits, and there are many wrinkles on that scar! It was hot and stuffy in the room, so he dared not go into the yard. One leg was as soft as a bone, and the other was afraid of being seen by others. Not only in this courtyard, but also at the entrance of East and West City, everyone knows that Xiangzi is a great young man with a big head. Xiangzi can't be so sick! He refused to go out.

6. I don't know if I'm moving forward or stopping. I only feel waves in my heart, like a fluctuating Black Sea. Darkness is connected with my heart, and it is all vague, ups and downs, and it is all in a trance. Xiangzi seemed to be choked by the wind and swallowed several times.

7. That car is really cute. After driving for half a year, it seems that there are feelings everywhere. As soon as Xiangzi twisted his waist, squatted his leg, or kept his back, he closed it immediately, giving Xiangzi the most satisfactory help. There is nothing awkward between him and it. When he reached a flat place with few people, Xiangzi could hold the handle with one hand, and the slightly loud leather wheel urged him to run like a strong wind, fast and steady. When he arrived, Xiangzi's clothes and trousers were all sweaty, as if they had just been fished out of a basin. He feels tired, but he is happy and proud, a kind of fatigue, like riding a famous horse for dozens of miles.

He has no appearance, what makes him lovely is the spirit on his face. The head is not very big, round eyes, fleshy nose, two short and thick eyebrows, and the head has been shaved. There is no excess meat on the cheeks, but the neck is similar to the head. ) thick; My face is always red.

9. The bow is so soft that even the handlebar moves slightly; The trunk is so bright, the cushion is so white and the horn is so loud.

10, decent, strong, dreamy, selfish, individual, strong, great, Xiangzi, I don't know how many funerals I sent with others; I don't know when and where he will bury himself, this degenerate, selfish, unfortunate and socially ill child, the last ghost of individualism!

Rain gave to the rich and to the poor; To the righteous and to the unjust. In fact, rain is unfair because it falls in an unfair world.

12, Xiangzi wandered in the street and met grandpa pony. The old man stopped pulling the rickshaw, and his clothes were thinner and more torn than before. He was leaning on a wicker, with a big clay pot hanging in front and a broken ingot basket hanging behind him. There are some biscuits and oil ghosts in the basket, and there is a big brick. He also knew Xiangzi.

13, can't you get by yourself? ! The life of the poor, he seems to understand, is a jujube pit with two sharp heads: if you are young, you will be lucky not to starve to death; It's hard not to starve to death when you're old. Only the middle part, young and strong, not afraid of hunger and hard work, can be like people. In this period, I dare not do it when I am happy, a real fool; After this village, there is no such shop! At this thought, he didn't even want to take care of Tigress.

14, when I saw the gourd jar, my mind turned again. No, not casually; It only takes tens of dollars to buy a car, and you can't give up all your efforts; At least you can't throw away that little savings in the jar. It's not easy to save! Still have to take the right path, for sure! But what about Tigress? Still can't, still have to worry about that damn twenty-seven.

15, worried to the extreme, he held the crock and muttered: whatever you like, anyway, the money is mine! Nobody can take it away! With this money, Xiangzi is not afraid of anything! If you hurry me, I'll stomp away. If I had money, my legs would move!

16, the streets are getting more and more lively, and honeydew melons offering sacrifices to stoves are all over the streets. You can hear the sound of "sugar, sugar" everywhere you go. Xiangzi has been looking forward to the Spring Festival, but now he has no interest at all. The more chaotic the street is, the tighter his heart is, and the terrible twenty-seven is just around the corner! His eyes are sunken, and even the scar on his face is a little black.

17, pulling a cart, the street is so messy and the ground is so slippery, he is very careful. Worry and attention were caught in the crossfire, and he felt that his spirit was not enough. He forgets this when he thinks about it, and he often gets a sudden surprise, and his body itches like a rash in summer.

18. He put on his clothes and ran out before the sweat completely fell. He is afraid that everyone will see him naked! Walking out of the bathhouse, he felt very relaxed when the cool wind blew. The street is much more lively than before. The clear sky brightens everyone's face. Xiangzi's heart is still holding on, and he doesn't know where to go. South, east, south, he ran to the overpass. After the New Year, at nine o'clock, the disciples of the shopkeeper had finished their breakfast and came here. Booths and venues for various performing arts have been established long ago. When Xiangzi arrived, there was already a circle of people here, and there were gongs and drums in it. He can't bear to see anything. He can't laugh anymore.

19. People who talk about cross talk, play with bears, juggle, count treasures, sing yangko, say drum books and practice style on weekdays can provide him with some real happiness and make him grin. He didn't want to go to Beiping, and the overpass was half the reason. Every time he looks at the shed of the overpass and people around him, he thinks of many funny and lovely things. Now he is too lazy to push forward, and he lost his share in the laughter of the overpass. He avoided the crowd and went to a quiet place, but he felt reluctant! No, he can't leave this lively and lovely place. The overpass is still Beiping. Going? There is no way out! He still has to go back with her-with her! -discuss it. He can't leave or be idle. He wants to take a step back, just like everyone has to take a step back when there is nothing to do. What injustice have you suffered? Why do you call it true at this point alone? He can't correct everything in the past, so he must go on.

20, he stood still, listening to the messy voices, gongs and drums; Looking at people coming and going, horses and chariots, I suddenly remembered those two huts. The voice in my ear seems to have disappeared, and the person in front of me seems to have disappeared. Only the two warm white huts with red happy characters stand upright in front of them. Although I only stayed for one night, I am very familiar with the intimate relationship, and even the woman in the red coat seems to be unable to give up casually. Standing on the overpass, he has nothing, nothing; In those two cabins, he has everything. Go home. Only by going back can we find the way. Everything tomorrow is in that hut. Shame, shyness and sadness are useless; If you want to live, you have to find a way to go.