Excerpts from Articles and Appreciation of 600 Words

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 produce 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 is different from ours in this wilderness."

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 comes to appreciate it or not, no matter how you look at me, I will bloom! "

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, its seeds fell to the edge of valleys, grasslands and cliffs, and gradually, white lilies were everywhere in the valleys.

Decades later, hundreds of miles away, even

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

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

"swear; Countless people have seen the beauty they have never seen before, moved to tears and touched 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 blooms on the cliff, but also blooms in our "hearts" as the title says. Such strain and

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 against the harsh natural environment, it also encountered another test that all strugglers could not avoid: the ridicule and contempt of the mediocre people around it (such as weeds, bees, butterflies and birds). But it will not waver, it will not.

Stick to your beliefs and eventually fill the valley.

2:

These few

In the sea/sea

. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the 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 patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.

downwards

, is a winding small cinder road. this is a

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. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.

I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I benefit from the boundless.

The moonlight is good.

On the winding lotus pond,

Yes

Leaves. The leaves are tall and elegant.

Skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are dotted sporadically, including

The ground is open and a little shy.

Yes; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. Yeziben

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.

Yes

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to be

Wash in the same way; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so we can't.

; But I think it's just a benefit—

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

Like a ghost; Bent willow sparse

But like painting 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.

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

Can also be distinguished in the smoke. There is a vague area on the treetops.

, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. It is listless.

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 this 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.

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"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. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.

As you can see, at that time,

Yes This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.

So I remembered again.

"In the sentence:

pick lotus

In autumn, lotus flowers overhead; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. 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 really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already 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.

Betraying the revolution. Patriots who participated in the May 4th 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

Famous articles. The article borrowed the right "

"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. A cold summer

Feng Jicai

On this day, I finally put down the fan. The dry wind from the sky suddenly made my clothes fly, got into my 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 fierce 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 very shrewd China people have established the rules in their quatrains: beginning, inheritance, turning and combination. These four words are precisely the essence of the four seasons. Start as spring, continue as summer, change as autumn, and harvest as winter. Together, is it not a complete round of life on earth? To this end, all life between heaven and earth follows this rhythm according to law, no matter how old or young, no matter how many flowers and insects die, no matter how long they live. 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 of 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 will always attract 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 wrote an inspection; I comforted and forgave him, fearing that he would commit suicide, and wrote him a check-up-that was one of the contents of my initial writing. At this time, the father's sense of power no longer exists. Everything in life, including summer thoughts, has changed.

In a happy childhood, you will never feel the steamboat-like summer. Only in the hard life after that can you 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 still don't like to talk about my past suffering and tempering. Instead, I realized the weight of the word "bitter". Pain is the honey in life. All the gains in life are under the weight of this bitter word. However, there is nothing below half a well-meaning sentence. You have exhausted your whole life's strength, but what you finally got is thousands of miles away from what you originally wanted. what do you think?

So I understand this bitter summer-it is not the torture of endless heat, but the bitter struggle that we silently and perseveringly endure the poisonous sun. The strength of life is given by the opponent, that is, the pressure of the opponent is sucked into his bones. The strength of the strong is mainly endurance. Only in the incredible bear will I feel that I belong to the strong. Perhaps it is for this reason that more than half of my writing is in summer. Don't many writers, including Pushkin, blossom and bear fruit in bright and pleasant autumn? However, every time I enter the hot summer, my writing ability is doubly strong. I think this must be the bitter summer of those heavy lives, which 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 spring, autumn and winter. My friend said that the chapter "Summer" is 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 put too many stories of myself in this musical situation. I nodded and told him about my musical experience. The highest realm of music transcends hearing; It is not only for you, but also for you.

Every summer, I will experience the meaning of summer in this way, so that my passion can be generated and get high. Holding the hot air in one hand and writing 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 itself. Because the last moment of summer is always extremely hot. I see, it only shows the infinite power of summer when it exhausts everything. The happiness of life lies in giving full play to energy. But who can create a zenith as brilliant as this fire in the form of burning like it?

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] It is indeed appropriate for this essay to summarize the taste of "summer" with "bitterness", but if it only stays at the level of "bitterness", it will be unremarkable. Of course, the author of this article wrote about the bitterness of summer, and more about the pleasure of summer. These pleasures even include such horrible "events" as "My father slept on the floor covered with a mat, turned over at night and killed a scorpion". Obviously, this happiness is short-lived. The author experienced countless hardships in his later years, which was the real "bitter summer", but the author finally realized that it was that kind of "bitter summer" that forged the hardness and toughness of his life. I have read this kind of sentence, "Isn't this long summer the most magnificent and passionate in 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; And left me as a child.

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. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, 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! Let me make up for all this now. 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 Jiangnan. A sketch of Jiangnan corner.

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 is fascinating to read.

Taking Jiangnan as the topic, it is difficult to write: the vast Jiangnan has too many landscapes and customs to write, and how to write and choose the angle is quite painstaking. In this paper, the unique region of "Jiangnan Water Town" is appropriately selected, and the waterscape and characters are outlined with stretched and concise pen and ink. The full text is only 285 words, and it is only a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. But this corner is the epitome of Jiangnan, a typical Jiangnan with outstanding characteristics. There is indeed a leaf that knows the beauty of autumn.

idyll

Karl Schabik

Holland is a country with water, flowers and pastures. On the green lowlands between canals, black and white cattle, black-headed cattle and black cattle with white waist and blue mouth are grazing. Some cows are covered with damp-proof blankets on their backs. Cattle eat grass and ruminate, sometimes standing still, as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady and has a dignified manner. The old cow, like the parents of the cattle, is very dignified. At first glance, it is surrounded by green velvet grasslands and black and white cattle. This is the real Holland.

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. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom.

There are white sheep on the lowlands, and they are carefree on the green grassland like a paradise. The black pigs kept snoring, as if to express their approval for something. There are thousands of chickens and long-haired goats, but none. 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 lay in the western sky, with occasional whistle in the distance, and then silence. Here, no one shouts, and there is no sound of bells around their necks. The milkman is even more silent.

In the canal, ships full of milk barrels run slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains carry cans of milk to the city. After the car passed, everything was calm again. The dog didn't bark, the cows in the pen didn't make the sound of Cleisthenes, and the horseshoe didn't kick the baffle of the stable. It's really quiet Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance glow slightly.

This is the real Holland.

Karl Chapik (1890 ~ 1938) is a Czech novelist and playwright. This article is selected from his masterpiece Ming Shen Tan.

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, he focused on the pasture and described the "real Holland" full of "pastoral poetry" with kind and peaceful brushstrokes, which showed the author's longing for pastoral life and expressed his feelings of loving peace and hating war. Nature and randomness show the skill of description. Lively and humorous style, giving people a sense of relaxation and comfort when reading.

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; No direction at all. Then everything is spinning, the trees are crowded together, the green seems to be stretched a lot, twisted and twisted, the fallen leaves rush up, and a huge mushroom grows in the air. Wow, the sky is full of black spots, the green is completely squashed, and the houses and walls inside are clearly visible.

The weeping willows were all messed up, but when they were thrown into the air, they were surprisingly clear, suddenly stiff, and then threw themselves like hemp balls. Poplar leaves have changed their appearance thousands of times: the back of the leaves is turned upside down and gray; Turn around again, the green is deep and black. The reed fell down 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 slipped on 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, and she couldn't walk long.

The vines on the locust tree can't be caught any longer, so they can only loosen their curled hands and feet and suddenly fall off like a dead snake and become soft into a pile. Countless flies are concentrated on the wires under the eaves, one next to the other, no longer flying, no buzzing, dark, the wires are getting thicker and thicker, falling into an arc.

A bird's nest fell from a big tree, rolled on the ground and scattered. Several birds screamed and flew to catch them, but they couldn't fly down. They floated to the right, tilted to the left, their wings shook suddenly, and their feathers turned into a ball of flowers, spinning and suddenly stopped in the air. They fell to the ground like stones without even making a sound.

In a narrow alley, a piece of waste paper, an American essay posted on the east wall and the west wall, suddenly rushed out of the wall and disappeared immediately. A wet cat ran as fast as it could, jumped over and onto the roof, which surprised him. 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; Flapped down, 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 still doesn't work. On the heatable adobe sleeping platform, the old man was beating his waist and legs, but all the children were lying under 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 technique of side foil to express wind and rain. A vivid picture is like slow motion in a movie, showing the storm 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 wind and rain described by the author are everywhere, and their shape, sound, spirit and rhyme are all vivid. Savoring this article seems to expose readers to a stormy environment. The ingenious technique and vivid description are amazing and give people a dripping aesthetic enjoyment.

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?

You really jumped down that day, like an eagle swooping down to hunt, like a meteor piercing the silent night. However, you didn't die, a steep cliff seam saved you, and a handful of barren soil raised you. Rooting, sprouting and growing leaves-since then, you have settled down here, day and night, year after year, and finally survived tenaciously and grew into clusters of breathtaking scenery. This is a wild jujube tree that has been swaying in my memory for 30 years, on the cliff of that big mountain in my hometown.

It is not tall enough, and its leaves are sparse and it blooms late. Clouds haunt it, fog fascinates it, rain attracts it, wind destroys it, frost oppresses snow, and lightning thunders. However, Zizyphus jujuba was not conquered. It does not bow, does not yield, in countless counterattacks and howls, forging an iron clank of iron, condensing a strong sense of car-scrapping.

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 easy to coax, and their good temper will give you some color to see. Unlike poplars and willows eager for excitement. They occupied a good place with water, fat and soil, so they got carried away and just showed off. Zizyphus jujuba stands silently, not humble, not thin, not afraid of loneliness. Shake hands with spring and have a cordial conversation with the sun and the moon. The sky and the earth are full of colors. Never need anyone's special care and care, rely entirely on their own strength, grow into the life on that cliff, let people appreciate that touching style. It is sincere and not jealous, it is simple and not 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. Bright 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 is the heart of that Zizyphus jujuba tree that has 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. Consider and show from four aspects: first, challenge the fate of "hunger and cold" and "running out of ammunition and food" and pursue 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.