2 essays on sceneries by famous writers

1. The lilies bloom in the heart

Author: Lin Qingxuan

In a remote and remote valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don't know when, a small lily grew on the edge of the cliff. When lilies are first born, they look exactly like weeds. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed.

Deep 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 bloom beautiful flowers." With this thought, Lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, took root deeply, and straightened her chest. Finally, one spring morning, the first bud appeared on the top of the lily.

Lily was very happy, but the nearby weeds were very disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously a grass, but he says he is a flower. I see knots on the top of it. It’s not a bud, it’s a tumor on the brain.” In public, they ridiculed Lily: “Stop dreaming, even if you really bloom, your value is not the same as us in this wilderness!”< /p>

Lily said: "I want to bloom because I know I have beautiful flowers; I want to bloom because I want to fulfill my solemn mission as a flower; I want to bloom because I like to use flowers to prove it. My own existence. No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter what you think of me, I will bloom!"

Under the contempt of weeds, wild lilies work hard to release their own energy. One day, it finally bloomed. With its spiritual whiteness and graceful grace, it has become the most beautiful flower on the cliff. At this time, the weeds no longer dared to laugh at it.

Only Lily knows that the dew at night is the tears of deep joy. Every spring, wild lilies bloom and set seeds hard. Its seeds follow the wind and fall on valleys and cliffs, where white wild lilies bloom everywhere.

Decades later, countless people from cities and villages came all the way to enjoy the blooming lilies. People were moved to tears when they saw this beauty they had never seen before, touching the pure and gentle corner of their hearts.

No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies all over the mountain remember the teachings of the first lily: "We must bloom silently and wholeheartedly, and use flowers to prove our existence."

Author: Lao She

Beiping is the most beautiful time around the Mid-Autumn Festival. The weather is neither too hot nor too cold, and the length of day and night is evenly divided. There is no yellow wind blowing from Mongolia in winter, and there is no heavy rain carrying hail in the dog days. The sky is so high, so blue, so bright, as if telling the people of Peiping with a smile: In these days, nature will not give you any threats or harm. The blue of the western and northern mountains has deepened, and they are also covered with various colors of haze every evening.

In the Taiping years, high-street stalls and street stalls, as well as fruit shops, all displayed fruits that only Peiping people could name one by one. All kinds of grapes, all kinds of pears, and all kinds of apples are enough for people to see, smell, and eat. But they also add those Peking-specific gourd-shaped ones that are both beautiful, smell, and taste. Jujubes, fragrant and crisp little white pears;

White crabapples as big as red flowers, crabapples and papayas just for smelling the fragrance, and champagne with gold stars all over, paired with For worshiping the moon, the pillow-shaped watermelon with gold paper strips and the yellow and red cockscombs make people not only enjoy the food, but also can no longer distinguish which fragrance smells better and which one. The colors are more beautiful, and I feel a little drunk!

Those fruits, whether in the store or on the stall, are all arranged so beautifully, and the white frost on the peel has not been wiped off at all, but they are all beautiful. The three-dimensional patterns arranged with fragrance make people feel that the fruit sellers are artists, and they make beautiful things more beautiful. Besides, they can also sing!

They set up the stall carefully, and then sang "Guo Zan" with a clear voice: "Oh - for only a dime, you can pick a bunch of my little white pears." "Pear, the skin is tender, the water is sweet, there is no bug hole, my little tender white pear!" The song trembles in the fragrance, adding music to the tranquility of apples and grapes, slowing down people's pace. Listening, watching and smelling the beauty of autumn in Peiping.

At the same time, the plump chestnuts from Liangxiang were wrapped in fine sand and molasses and fried on the roadside. Even the firewood smoke under the pot was fragrant.

Outside the door of the "big wine vat", tender mutton is being stir-fried with snow-white scallions; a bowl of wine, four taels of meat, and two or three cents can make you drunk. Sorghum-red river crabs are packed in mat baskets and sold along the street, and people who know how to enjoy them will go to Zhengyang Tower to use a small wooden hammer to gently crack the hairy crab legs.

At the same time, among the "splendid" fruit stalls on the street, there are several Rabbit stalls, with pink-faced and colorful figures set up layer by layer, with flags and umbrellas behind them - there are big Rabbit stalls. There are small ones, all with the same beautiful workmanship, some are riding tigers, some are sitting on lotus flowers, some are carrying shaved heads and pickers on their shoulders, and some are carrying small bright red wooden cabinets; these sculptural sketches have filled the hearts of thousands of children. Plant the seeds of beauty.

At the same time, Fengtai, which relies on flowers for food, began to transport autumn chrysanthemums with budding leaves to the city one by one. Gardeners in the park and the beauty-loving Yiju family were also prepared to pay for them. After more than half a year of painstaking efforts and labor, the exotic and exotic species bloomed into "Chrysanthemum Exhibition". The number of chrysanthemum species in Peiping is so great that it is the best in the world.

At the same time, young students who are as proud and handsome as spring flowers go boating from Tsinghua Garden, from Haidian, where lotus liquor is produced, from the southeast and northwest cities, to the Beihai; the lotus has been ruined for a long time, but the lotus leaves are still there. The men and women on the boat had some fragrance on their bodies.

At the same time, the over-educated Peiping people have been preparing to give holiday gifts to relatives and friends since August. The shops on the street use all kinds of wine bottles and mooncakes with various fillings to dress themselves up like bright brides; even the shops that don’t sell gifts also join in the fun and hang up their Autumn Festival sale signs. Silk strips welcome the autumn in Peiping.

Autumn in Peiping is heaven on earth, maybe a little more prosperous than heaven!

3. A white rose

Author: Bing Xin

Why stand alone by the river? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? No matter where I asked, I just felt that there was a world of flowers in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle. She came, she came down from the mountain.

Wearing beautiful makeup, she seems to be dressed in white, holding a large bouquet of flowers in her hand. I said, "Come here and I'll give you a white rose so you can wear it in your lapel." She smiled and said something, but she couldn't hear it.

However, it seemed that I didn't pick it, and she didn't wear it either. She still held the flowers and walked forward. Looking up at the road she was going, I saw flowers blooming, hanging down, and falling on both sides. I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; but why didn't I pick them and she didn't wear them?

Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her? It’s all over, the flowers have disappeared, and dreams have awakened. What’s the way forward? How come you never wear it even if you take it off?

4. Mogao Grottoes

Author: Yu Qiuyu

Compared to the pyramids in Egypt, the Shanqi Tower in India, and the ruins of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, Many cultural relics in China often carry layers of history. Relics in other countries are generally built and prospered for a while, and then they are preserved as pure relics for people to admire. This is not the case with the Great Wall of China. It is always built and stretched from generation to generation. The Great Wall, as a meandering of space, closely corresponds to the meandering of time.

China has a long history, too many wars, and too much suffering. No pure relic can be preserved for a long time unless it is hidden underground, in a grave, or in a secret place that is not noticed by ordinary people. . Epang Palace burned down, Tengwang Pavilion collapsed, and Yellow Crane Tower was recently rebuilt. The Dujiangyan Irrigation System in Chengdu has been preserved for a long time because it has always performed its water conservancy function. Therefore, all the historical monuments that are popular today always have the unique talent of being endless and absorbing hundreds of generations.

The reason why the Mogao Grottoes can stand out from other foreign monuments is that they have been accumulated layer by layer for more than a thousand years. When you look at the Mogao Grottoes, you are not looking at specimens that have been dead for a thousand years, but you are looking at lives that have lived for a thousand years. To be alive for a thousand years, with smooth blood circulation and even breathing, what a magnificent life this is! Generation after generation of artists are approaching us, and each artist is involved in the noisy background. A procession spanning thousands of years is held here.

The complicated clothes dazzled our eyes, and the whirring flags made our ears roar. In other places, you can squat down and play with a piece of gravel or a ridge of earth, but this is completely impossible here. You are also wrapped up, involuntarily, and staggering until you are melted by the torrent of history. Here, one's senses are not enough, so just abandon yourself and let countless pairs of artistic hands crush you into light dust.

5. The Taste of Autumn

Author: Lin Yutang

At dusk in autumn, a man was sitting alone on the sofa smoking, and saw the red light showing under the white ash of the cigarette butt. The warmth was revealed slightly, and the emotions in my heart followed the blue smoke, just as relaxed and free. In a blink of an eye, the dazzling smoke turned into wisps of filaments and slowly disappeared. At that moment, the emotions in my heart also sank into the world, so I will not talk about the emotions at that time, but only the state of the emotions at that time.

When I was about to light another match, I lit up the cigar that had been lit three or four times. However, because there was too much white ash, I could not light it. It fell on the copper stove, and it was as quiet as I was writing on the middle paper with a brush at this time, without making any sound.

So I lit it again, swallowing the clouds one by one, and the fragrance was fragrant, just like embracing the warm fragrance of red and green green. Then I thought of smoke, the warm heat of the smoke, the dim haze lingering in the room, and the meaning of autumn.

At this time, I remembered that the meaning of autumn has always been mentioned in poems and essays. It is not like this. What makes people think of autumn is Xiaosha, desolation, autumn fans, red leaves, wild forests and luxuriant grass. . However, autumn does have another meaning. It does not have the vitality of spring, nor the fierceness of summer, nor the withering and withering of winter. What I love is the majestic ancient atmosphere of Qiulin. Some people scold people for being old-fashioned, which shows that they do not understand the taste of the ancient beauty of Qiulin.

Among the four seasons, I have a preference for autumn, so I might as well talk about it. Autumn represents maturity. We have experienced the beauty of spring and the lushness of summer. It is not surprising that it is light in color, has many yellow leaves, and has an ancient green color. It is not just green and green. This is what I mean by autumn.

Perhaps what I love is not late autumn, but early autumn. At that time, the Xuanqi is beginning to dissipate, the moon is full, the crabs are fat, the osmanthus is bright, and it has not fallen into a strong and bleak state. This is the most worthy of enjoyment. of. The gentleness at that time was like the red ash on my cigarette, which was just a warm aroma of smoke. Or it may be as if the literati has shed the astonishing style of his writing, and has gradually become more sophisticated and refined, with a firm determination, and his writings have profound meaning when read.

This is the meaning of Zhuangzi’s saying, “Autumn is achieved and all treasures are achieved”. The most enjoyable things in life are things like this. For example, it is better for wine to be mellow and old. There is also a distinction between smoke and smoke. Cigars are better than cigarettes because they have a milder taste. If you burn it properly, you can slowly finish one bottle and watch the red light burning your hair, which has infinite meaning. I don't know about opium, but when I see people burning it on a cigarette lamp and listen to the slight crackling sound, I feel there is something poetic about it.

Probably everything that is old, mature, smoked, and cooked gives me the same pleasure. For example, the sound of a blackened earthenware pot simmering pork on a slow fire makes me feel the same interest as watching people burning smoke.

It may be like a dictionary that has been used for twenty years but is not broken, or a desk that has been used for half a lifetime, or like seeing a blackened and outdated sign on the street, or seeing the vigorous calligraphy masters. The majestic and deep handwriting makes people feel the same happiness. There are four seasons in life, and they must go through this mature period. If a woman is fully developed and encounters Anshun, she will also have the charm of a mature woman for a while. The eight beauties are beyond reach.

What I admire the most is Duncan’s beautiful words: “The world only sings about spring and love, which makes no sense. You must know that the scenery in autumn is more gorgeous and more spectacular, and the happiness in autumn is ten thousand times greater. It's majestic, amazing, and beautiful. I really pity those women whose narrow-mindedness makes them miss the magnificent gift of the autumn of love." If Duncan is a wise man.