Excerpts from 88-word classic American essays

1. I like snow. Every time I remember those snowy days, I have an indescribable impulse and passion. The snow flower is naturally white. Immaculate and spotless, even if she melts into the sludge, she still radiates a fresh, simple and firm charm, which can be described as supercilious, upright and upward, without losing the character of a gentleman between heaven and earth. No wonder, since ancient times, there have been many poets, scholars, sages and gentlemen who have paid more attention to them and praised them. I think it would be great if a person could be like a snowflake. I hope more people like snow.

2. The track is melodious and melodious, and she has disappeared in front of her eyes, as if she were scattered like a dream.

3. The big elm tree over there is as high as six stories. Its thick trunk is split in two from 5 centimeters, and its two branches are close together, with thick branches and fine branches scattered and dense. The whole canopy forms a big umbrella shape, and the snow-pressed branches are like beautiful white corals. The breeze blows, and the fine branches sway gently with the wind, just like groups of white corals crawling on the seabed, which is very beautiful.

4. Birds are chirping, butterflies are dancing lightly, and the grass is crying. She walks on the edge of the thatched path, sometimes turning her figure to hide, sometimes staying looking for it, sometimes staring at it, sometimes sitting by the stream listening to it, sometimes drawing a quiet picture, sometimes picking up a handful of sand, and sometimes laughing wildly to attract a butterfly. I am attracted by this move without deviation. Enjoying the feeling of the little fish kissing her toes, the drunken beautiful thoughts spread around her, sucking each other silently with the calm and delicate youth stroke like the moon, melting into the sunshine, and moistening the surrounding scenery with the warmth of filar silk, sweet and soothing every second's heartbeat, which became this infinite scenery and the most beautiful luxury.

5. Can Yin Xue in that place help those who have lost their way to return in time? Whether their lives can reflect many ugliness in the world.

6. When I was a child, after the late autumn, I began to look forward to the Chinese New Year after the first snowfall. Because at that time, children were looking forward to the New Year-wearing new clothes and eating delicious food. But at that time, the Chinese New Year was often unsatisfactory-the new shoes that boys wanted had no money to buy, and the fancy clothes that girls wanted didn't go up. Or grandma has a way to destroy the old clothes worn by the boys and turn them upside down to make cotton shoes, which can also make the boys happy and hold grandma's old cheeks and help them kiss; Girls are not easy to coax, but grandma has a way. She washes the old plaid clothes worn by girls, and then turns them over to make a flowered dress. Girls are especially happy to wear refurbished flowered clothes. When it comes to delicious food, grandma will say her old saying: "Don't be greedy for children, after Laba is the year;" Don't cry, children. Kill the pig after Laba. " A few words amused the children, so they looked forward to the New Year every day.

7. I couldn't help shrinking my neck, as if the coldness still existed when my roommate stuffed snowballs into my neck, and I couldn't help laughing. It seems that I miss the snow too much. I miss the sound of "creaking" when I step on the thick snow, the beautiful scenery of the trees covered with cypresses and cypresses, and the ugly snowman who lost his nose ... I wonder if snow knows my mind, how can I bear to let my disappointment and expectations fall in the cold wind of winter whimpering?

8. Not far away, there is still a small temple that is familiar to that side. When I was a child, I asked my father who was enshrined in the small temple. My father told me that I am a land bodhisattva, who specially protects the stockade's peace and wealth. Yes, the predecessors of the beautiful buildings behind me are thatched cottages and tiled houses. It is conceivable that this bodhisattva is very conscientious. However, the roof of the small temple has long been covered with green moss and tiles have not been seen, and one corner has even collapsed because it has not been renovated all the year round.

9. If there is love in the snow, just ask for ordinary life.

1. Appreciate the snowflakes flying all over the sky, which is a beautiful enjoyment. One day, it was snowing outside the window. I read a poem about snow once in a while, and I felt that its artistic conception was good and it was quite infected. The breeze shakes the trees, and the fine snow falls under the curtain. The air is like fog, and the condensation is like a flower product. I don't see Yang Liuchun, but I see Guizhi Bai. No tears, no humanity, what good is lovesickness? Although the snow that fell that time was not fine snow, the fine scenery in the poem also caused countless feelings in my chest. The snow flowers are spinning and dancing in the air. Although they are not like fog, they are like a group of magical elves. They piled up in the corner outside the balcony, corresponding to the word "like a flower product" in the poem. At that time, I thought, why did those literati in the past like snow so much? Yes! Hot-blooded men will inevitably have the ambition to serve the country. However, above the court and on the side of Renjun, there will inevitably be young people. Therefore, there will inevitably be many obstacles on the way to serve the country. Therefore, those upright and warm-blooded men like snow and look forward to being as simple as snow. Innocent and benevolent, a national talent.

11. The smell of the year is like the wind. It doesn't like to be the same all the time. It will change, sometimes it will make you puzzled, and sometimes it will make you memorable.

12. When I was in high school, I fell in love with literature. I have read many famous prose poems about snow, and I have a deeper understanding of some real meanings about snow. Spring is discouraged as rain, and Yu Ning as snow. It can be seen that snow is the product of water. The water on the earth turns into air, and the water vapor condenses into snow when it meets cold in the air. It can be seen that snow is also a product of winter, a landscape of winter. When writing "snow", scholars often use words such as "floating" and "dancing" to describe the light and elegant charm of snowflakes. Others say that snowflakes are the soul of winter. They make a winter lively and full of affection. There are also many literati who have written many elegant feelings and ambitions of Winter Snow for personal enjoyment. For example, watching the snow on the porch, stepping on the snow in Xun Mei, listening to the snow knocking on bamboo and many other excellent works. In a beautiful article, I came into contact with an old pedant with profound learning and elegant interests. He has a profound understanding and insight into the natural world. In the face of a day of heavy snow, he twirled in front of the porch, meditating and singing butterflies. Pine, bamboo, plum, cold and three friends, heaven and earth are one in the same spring. He wants to learn from the plum blossom and fight against the snow. What a good mood and high emotion. Walking through the snow, Xun Mei. There are several trees in the wild bridge, and it is not white. In the cold weather, the sky is full of goose-feather-like snowflakes, which are surging, mighty and spectacular. And a few trees and plums in the wild bridge are so hot and charming that they are worthy of being a man of lofty ideals in flowers. Yes, the snowflake is as white as jade, crystal clear, and its interest is noble and pure, and it is worthy of being a gentleman in flowers. Plum blossoms bloom against the snow and are not afraid of cold and violence. They are really comparable to those chivalrous people in the world who are not afraid of power and kitsch. Scholars are not arty, but have the ambition to save the people. Listening to the snow knocking on the bamboo, the light snowflake falls on the bamboo, giving off a wonderful and magical rhyme. Snowflakes love bamboo, which grows straight towards the sky. Someone nearby is listening, listening to the wonderful beat of the intersection of snow and bamboo in nature. He is longing for the purity of snow, and he is longing for the integrity of bamboo ...

13. Quietly, the track that popped up in her heart at this time.

14. Stay at loggerheads and protect each other, and be safe and secure. Hand in hand to bury the past and move towards the future with one heart. Only wish, we, playing the happy rhythm all the way. One family, one heart, holding your hand and growing old with your son. How many pairs, the initial combination of the construction of a happy home, can persist until the end. It's just, the first beauty. Nevertheless, there will always be happy people willing. No matter what the outcome is, no matter what the next story is, I can only persuade myself to live in the present and live in the present. It is good to be simple and true!

15. Suddenly, a deja vu figure passed me. He is one of the four old people. We call him Sigong. According to the time calculation, he should be 9 years old by now. I don't think he knows me for a long time. I once heard from my father that the other three old people who played cards had passed away one after another, and now he is the only one left. I saw him walking slowly towards the stone table in front of the temple. Go to the front of the stone bench and bend down slowly. Gently sweep away the dead branches and leaves on the stone bench with your hands, and then sit down with difficulty. I vaguely remember that the seat was the one he used to sit in. Just sitting down, he suddenly stood up slowly, sighed and left.

17. The old tree behind the small temple is still flourishing and towering. But there is not a bird up there, and even the insects can't be heard. After more than ten years, its trunk doesn't seem to grow with the years. The only change is its exposed roots, which used to be the natural seats of many people and were polished and shiny by their buttocks. Nowadays, these roots are no longer as smooth and rough as they used to be. A large part of it has been submerged by weeds, along with the bare roots, there are countless footprints of villagers and their laughter, and the old people have been circulating for generations.

2. Looking at the heavy snow outside, I remember my longing to experience the world of ice and snow in the Arctic Village. Now I can have a little experience first. Especially when I see passers-by in the snow in twos and threes, in pairs, or in a one-way street, I can't stop my inner madness. I really want to go to the snow immediately and experience the comfort of listening to it. But I still can't. I haven't rested at noon and I'm still in class!

22. For a cup of tea, Buddhism sees Zen, Taoism sees Qi and Confucianism sees ceremony. Tea said: I am a glass of water, and what I give you is only your imagination. What you think is what you are. For me now, this cup of tea is as sweet as honey. This is happiness and beauty! Life is not complicated, just simple, and you can go your own way by doing what you should do every day.

24. Tonight, I will have no sleep again. I miss you quietly, clutching my missing wound ...

25. I think even the Bodhisattva sitting in the temple must be envious of that leisure, elegance, ease and fun!

28. It's getting colder every day after the winter solstice. The temperature has plummeted, and the outdoor water has frozen. The winter scenery in front of me is thin. Cold cable, sunshine, like a passionate little girl, looks more fresh and beautiful in winter. People around us are full of interest in life. When I am bored in leisure, I relax physically and mentally, and before sitting alone on my desk, my heart is filled with an inexplicable feeling. My heart is sour. Just miss the past, miss childhood, miss winter, miss the snowy day in winter.

29. If this night is compared to a stage, then this snow is a dancer. Lightweight and tactfully shy. Attractive and lovable. A full moon will also shed a faint moonlight from the sky, which happens to shine on people through the foggy snowflakes all over the sky, which is particularly soft and also pulls out a long shadow behind them.

3. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the pace of going home seems to be in a hurry. Only the lonely street lamp is still looking at the camphor tree swaying in the wind with pity. The wind swept over my hair, and I came face to face with the biting cold, which staggered my steps and lost my thoughts. I looked up and let the cold ravage my skin, not wanting to shed tears and shed the weakness that made you laugh. The wind tore open the voice of shouting and roared wantonly at night. I want to be brave in the face of sadness, just like it, and find that this is just a beautiful dream. I am trapped in the prison of thinking about you, and the rope of missing has already tied me tightly. I don't know how long I've been gone, but I know I still have you on my mind.

31. It's winter, but the snow just took a quick look, and the wonder in my mouth stuck in my throat before I could say it, and I never saw its trace again. The faint anxiety in my heart can no longer be contained, and I am full of hope, even with the warm sunshine. Winter is too cold and too long. Without the beauty and loveliness of snowflakes, this winter will be as gloomy and boring as dusk.

32. No matter the flavor of the year in the country or the flavor of the year in the city, the roots of the two flavors are always connected by blood, because the two flavors are more and more similar, don't you think?

33. Do you remember? The first time we met, the first time we felt about each other. I can't say I like it or hate it. You don't have sweet words, and I'm not sweet, gentle and plain, so I get bored together in a daze.

34. A touch of red color moistens the lingering heart and stops at the stream formed by ideas. Who would be so lonely and leisurely in this remote valley? It is the figure that I first met. It is as quiet as a red dragonfly in the water, quietly perched on the grass leaves with a long rhyme, emitting the agility and color as clear as spring water, which is really charming.

35. There are only a few pieces of snow in the sky, and they are still looking for their own other half. I gave a faint smile and made my best wishes.

37. At this time, the moon is getting dark, leaving me in a vague figure. It is no longer as beautiful as it was just now.

38. The vision of a dream, the origin of the dream, and one end of the dream, although vague, are very fascinated.

42. At noon, the snow is still falling. I couldn't help it, and I flew into the arms of snow. Wow! There is really a feeling of people in the painting.

43. The curtain is light and windy. The wind floating outside the window whispers softly and complains about the coldness of winter in a low voice. The wind whimpered, like a lonely flute hidden in the depths of the night, and provoked empty branches, holding a tree with thick frost.

44. The colorful light-years have unconsciously crossed the fingertips, and the moments we walked together have already been baptized by dust. Fortunately, there are still your footprints in my words. No matter where I am, I still live in your heart, whether I come or not; No matter how time changes, I am still by your side, never leaving. So quietly accompany you, accompany you ...

45. You don't have to go far. The leaves of a buttonwood tree at the school gate have already fallen, leaving a bunch of long pods on the branches, a handful of each branch, or four or five, or six or seven, long and short, short and long, hanging to the ground, like a brown willow, proud.

46, endure the dark, and then meet the dawn, once the taste.

47. Yes, when I was four or five years old, I had vaguely remembered those snowy days. It's snowing, and there is a white world in front of us. The biggest feature of snowy days is cold, so I feel particularly cold. I can't stand the cold. There are snowflakes floating in the sky, and adults remind us that it is not white sugar, nor is it salt used at home, nor is it flour used for making steamed buns. It is snow, and it snows in the sky. Grandpa Tian sent quilts to the wheat in the field. Children are not allowed to go out on snowy days. My little feet, covered in oversized cotton shoes, are aching with cold. The snow stopped, and I watched the older children make a snowman outside. Throwing snowballs, I feel envious. When the snow stops, when it melts outside, it is also the coldest time in snowy days. The village road is very muddy, and adults have to hold it when it is big. Children can't walk on the village road. At that time, there was a natural dependence and worship for adults, and I always hated myself for not growing up early.

49. My heart is a little wet in the early winter night. I listen to my breathing quietly and miss you quietly ...

5. I will always remember my heartbeat at that time.

51. Every time I go home, I always get used to walking around the village. Village head is a must. It's very quiet here at the moment, and I can't hear any sound. It's so quiet that I'm a little surprised. The poet Niu Han is absolutely right: the place without water in the world is desert, and the place without sound is lonely.