Abstraction and imitation of American literature

1, trust often creates a beautiful realm. -"Pearl Bird"

Imitation: Respect often builds a bridge of communication.

2. Like a shower, it is a hurried drum sound; Like a whirlwind, it is a flying tassel; Like a frog, it is a jumping step; Like a spark, it is a flashing pupil; Fighting tigers is a powerful charm. -Ansai waist drum

Imitation: if it thunders, it is a fierce drum sound; Like a meteor, it is a waving drumstick; Like a mountain, it is a strong body; Like fire, it is a passionate emotion; Like lightning, it is a dancing figure.

3. Blow it! Blowing azalea red, blowing willow green, blowing Liu Yeer's whistle: as if telling a strange myth seriously, humming a song of love and sadness; Blow it, wake up the people who are still sleeping! -"Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow"

Imitation: Blow! Blowing the blue sky, blowing the yellow leaves, dancing with the leaves: as if dancing leisurely and mysteriously, praying for life and death; Blow, blow the ripe fruit that is still sleeping!

4. I didn't expect/a seed that floated from childhood/but it took root in my heart,-"Beyond the Mountain"

Unexpectedly, an unremarkable pebble stirred up ripples in my heart lake.

5. The fragrance of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and grass at the bottom of the river, mixed with water vapor, comes to my face; The moonlight is hazy in the steam. The faint black rolling hills, like warm iron ridges, ran far to the stern, but I felt that the ship was very slow. -"Social Drama"

Imitation: the smell of lotus flowers on the lake and camphor trees on both sides of the river is mixed in the air and comes face to face; The sun is jumping on the water. White clouds, like galloping horseshoes, are ever-changing in the sky, but I thought they were still.

6. Rainy roof tiles, with wet streamers, are gray and gentle, with dim sunshine and dim backlight, which is a low comfort to vision. As for the rain hitting thousands of scaly tiles, from far and near, it is gentle and heavy, with a trickle flowing down the tile trough and eaves. All kinds of tapping and sliding sounds are closely woven into a net, and whose fingers are massaging the helix. "It's raining", the gentle grey beauty came, and her cold hands flicked countless black keys grey keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk. -"Listening to the Cold Rain"

Imitation: The house on a snowy day shines with soft ice light, white and crystal clear, sunny and gentle drizzle, which is an elegant enjoyment for the eyes. As for the snow falling on the thousand needles, it is thin and thick from top to bottom, and a little snow falls along the trunk and needles. All kinds of big snowflakes and fine snow overlap into a picture, whose wolf pen is waving the scenery. "It's snowing", the beautiful winter girl comes, and her white dancing shoes spin countless tangos and waltzes on the earth, turning the morning into night.

7. Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. -Zhang Ailing's Autumn Rain

Imitation: Snow, like white and smooth pieces of paper, flies into a thin yarn, covering the whole winter world. The sky is also white, like a newly painted white wall in a brand-new room. Silver moon, which was looming that day, was like a faint trace on a white wall.

8. Have you ever praised Dongpo's life? Yes, he likes to travel in Chibi, indulge in the mountains and write down passionate words that will shine for thousands of years. But, did you see the scar in his heart? As a person, he shoulders the expectation of protecting his wife and children, but he has been relegated one after another. Did you see his grievance, his frustration, his pain and his helplessness?

Yes, you ignore the pain in Su Shi's life and only see his aura and the respect and praise of the world, so you envy his life and hate the pallor of your own. When will you appreciate yourself and smell the fragrance of gardenia beside the window lattice?

Imitation: Have you ever envied Tao Yuanming's life? Yes, he retired to the countryside, sipping the light wine in the country and watching the cold chrysanthemums in the wind. How chic and comfortable he is! However, do you feel his inner helplessness? He also has the ambition to help others, but he can't show it. In that dark age, he could not tolerate the majestic character of Wei and Jin Dynasties, so he chose to be born in endless helplessness. His helplessness, his anxiety, his pain, do you understand?

Excerpts from sentimental American quotations

1, walk in the world of mortals and laugh at the stories in the depths of the fleeting time! Happy, sad, melancholy, helpless, desolate, like a movie, constantly circulating! Gradually, I seemed to realize something, but I was awakened by this damn cold wind from that moment, wrapped my coat helplessly and walked slowly forward under the mapping of dim street lights!

2. Vague tears are still in my eyelids, especially bleak and cold in the bleak winter. There is a kind of yearning that makes me want to stop and cuts my heart. I opened my palm again and caught the ribbon. As for you, I am far away from the curtain of time and space, and I only try my best to breathe the faint blue, which slowly infiltrates my heart. All I grow are wet memories, which fall on my temples and are wet.

3. Read all the distant mountains and willows, and engrave the years with a pen with your heart. This is a quatrain that I have always admired. I am still silent and pious in the world, such as some proverbs: If you are quiet and far away, you will be indifferent to Zhi Ming. Always tell yourself not to worry too much, so that you can think you are strong and stubborn. I believe that being too emotional is a complex interaction.

4, the breeze is slightly drunk and quiet, and a roll of heart is listening. Stumbling along the dark path, thinking of a charming old lamp with a small window, sighing the empty sound of broken buildings. In the sad song, in the wet mood, I plucked the strings of memories, and only I was quietly tasting the lonely taste, and my mouth rose coldly.

5. In my mind, there is infinite melancholy and inexplicable emptiness. In the early morning of winter, there is no sunshine. Spring is far away, still far away. It's like the kind of parting that can't be touched. The eyes in the sky are gray, gloomy, sad, choked and sour, and suddenly I don't understand the truth of life.

6. Time flies. I leaned against the window, listening to the monsoon and feeling the autumn coming as scheduled. That's my favorite sight. Birds fly in the blue sky from time to time. Can you take my thoughts to your pillow? Who knows, you can't hide your sadness in the peach blossom smile, and the clothes pity you. The sadness of wandering all my life is full of dusty ink. How can I miss you?

7. How firm this feeling is, I don't sleep. In the cold moonlight and cold autumn wind, I floated with long sleeves, arched my trembling body and looked up at the gloomy stars on the horizon. If you were still here, maybe I wouldn't be so miserable.

8. Gently step on the dead leaves under your feet, silently stare at the city under the neon, and suddenly feel more emotions in your eyes? Care? Give up?

9, a little bit of residual flowers moisten the eyebrows, tired Fangfei butterflies do not return, tears accompany the flowers to fly, and the air provokes a season of lotus flowers. In the summer, I went to Qiu Lai, where the purple stranger fills the air, the maple leaves are yellow, and the acacia willows are lost; The rain broke the cold pond and made the bridge sadder. The water on the green slate flows by itself, and the oil-paper umbrella stares at you in vain. However, like yesterday's stumbling, reluctant attachment, a piece of missing condensed in the eyebrows, scattered in every lonely night.

10. Walking on the road of life, as lonely people, we often move forward with an indifferent attitude, but from the initial meeting to the moment of parting, we will always know. There are countless laughs and whispers, but I can't reach the two lines of tears when I wave.

1 1. Youth is a beautiful sadness. Those plain cities facing the sky, those faces washed by lead, all fell in the wheel of fate. From then on, people who pass by will turn around in different fates and crawl in different scars. Did you cry when the train rumbled and crushed our beautiful youth?

12, how many mottled alleys I walked through, wandering under the vicissitudes of old trees again and again, walking on the edge of missing, quietly listening to the sound of erhu dissolved in the autumn wind, slowly, I closed my eyes and walked with bumpy steps, looking for, looking for songs that reminded me of missing.

13 but I have never been sad, because a hermit came to me leisurely in late autumn, and his mood was exactly the same as mine. Leisurely down the south mountain, I met unexpectedly, and later became brothers, drinking a cup of turbid wine in the deep mountains. Is it my true nature to smell incense all over Chang 'an? I am far away from the prosperity, guarding my plain water, smiling and safe.

14, the cold wind slowly, the dead leaves mottled, and the green frost in the corner began to appear again. How many infatuated dreams are staged in front of my eyes again and again, and I am hurt all over. Rugged stone steps, rotten wooden doors, dilapidated alleys, maybe only I still like the grass and trees here. The wind has stopped raging, and the moon is quietly emitting cold light. I kneel in front of this dilapidated door, holding your favorite red leaves in my hand. I climbed up the withered red leaves and sang a sad song gently.

15, in the melancholy of the night, I used delicate words to recall the happiness of my childhood, appreciate the four seasons of my mood, and indulge in the past fleeting years. The sealed memories are opened one by one, and the picture is like the film of a black-and-white movie, which is slowly played back in my mind with homesickness, dribs and drabs, bringing out infinite homesickness and faint sadness under the tapping of the keyboard.

16, the long years are like a song without a name, but there are endless thoughts and endless regrets in the song. There is too much helplessness hidden in the song, but there will always be a day when it will go with the wind. Open the dusty memory, can you clearly identify your young face on the title page? Perhaps that young face, even we have forgotten ourselves, so we didn't continue to bow our heads and sigh to sleep in the swaying time.

17, the heart is lonely because of a string of memories; Love, lingering in a memory; Trouble is like dust, or it can be like a flower. I know that some beauty is warm in my heart; Some past, quiet, is the best. Accustomed to quietly turning some thoughts into warmth, pointing to the place and downplaying abortion; Looking back, ten fingers turn into incense; Don't think about right and wrong, right and wrong, let the past go with the wind and miss agarwood.

18, like to enjoy the tranquility of writing alone in the deep dusk; Like to relax nervous nerves in soothing music; I like the sense of tranquility brought by cicadas in the sunset; I like watching sad movies, enjoying sad words alone, enjoying all sad stories, and describing loneliness at night with sad words.

19, capture the moment of life, try my best to keep it, and finally slip away like a rabbit, tossing and turning in the image I miss. Elegance refers to quicksand, which has been aging for some time. So, what about my time? What about your time? In a blink of an eye, everything is precipitated in the dream, and there are countless sorrows.

20. In the distance, through the dim light flashing at the end of the sleepy river, I stared at the vague scene, danced lightly with the coolness of my fingertips, and felt the pain of spinning cocoons. Who will use it to be full of tenderness and tenderness for that old heart in the years?