Chinese reading prose in college entrance examination

Reading beautiful prose can cultivate our hearts. The following is my collection of Chinese reading essays for college entrance examination for everyone to learn.

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Chinese Reading Prose for College Entrance Examination (1)

It was dark, and there was silence around. I'm still walking in Shan Ye, with mountains and swaying trees, just like the jingle of halberds, which reproduces a cruel battle in ancient times. I remember those battles, bloodshed and sad sacrifices, and my heart was full of fear and sympathy. At this point, the stars appeared in turn and soon covered the sky. The vision gradually brightened, the mountain shadow became gentle and gentle, and the thin mountain road meandered in the moonlight, like a continuous flow of milk. I unconsciously feel the kindness of the merciless universe. For a little blue devil, the universe actually uses all its lighting equipment: the Big Dipper, Vega, Sirius, Scorpio, Lyra and Virgo &; Hellip& amphellip At this time, they are all working hard for me, and the fierce Sirius is also generating electricity and lighting for me. Every star overhead is projecting light and gentleness at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second.

At this time, I am walking in the folds of the mountains and walking in the majestic providence.

Cha, cha, cha, three consecutive meteors flashed across the southern sky overhead, and there seemed to be a burning cloud floating in disorder on the top of the mountain. The dogs in the mountain village barked loudly and kept questioning and asking about the sky. Due to the lack of astronomical knowledge, their problems have obviously not improved compared with their ancestors, and they still remain naive and naive before the times. Although meteors make a loud noise in the sky, teasing the ignorant dogs' guesses and inquiries, they never interrupt the gambling of the rich in the summer resort. The sound of dice throwing drowned the tides of the Milky Way and deleted the noise in the sky. Smart gamblers who are familiar with economics are intoxicated with their astronomical figures, but they don't need or disdain any other astronomy. They don't need or disdain to pay attention to the sky and ask questions to it unless the stars fall and drop a lot of gold and huge profits for them.

I have some respect for those ignorant dogs who ask questions to the sky: in this land dominated by commerce and economy, on this innocent night when the market is in vogue, I made a curious inquiry about the movement of the world and the sky.

Walking on a mountain road and crossing a mountain stream, I saw a highway not far away, almost walking side by side with me. I saw a car whizzing by, a group of spinning tires, and I saw the galloping modernity, leaving me with time and desire. I am a pedestrian, a person who keeps an ancient way of walking, a person who is not used to modern water and soil, a person who walks slowly with the pace of agriculture, and a person who keeps a polite distance from roaring industry and rushing modernity. I avoided its rapidity and insisted on my slowness. They, those hurried irons, tires and modern people, abandoned me all the way and soon surpassed me and left me. I simply turned around and folded into a mountain bay, surrounded by endless dense forests and clear water. At this moment, I suddenly found that modernity has gone with it, and I stayed, stayed in the ancient jungle and stayed in the ancient mountains.

Looking up, I saw the moon in the mountains, which was beautifully dressed by Lin Tao and the mountain wind. He wandered leisurely in Li Bai's sky, walked in Su Dongpo's artistic conception, and carefully stroked the fresh moss on the mountain and the basalt that left the claw marks of Archaeopteryx &; Mdash& ampmdash; It retains the time expression of 200 million years ago.

At this moment, I suddenly realized the profound meaning of the word "fleeting".

At this time, I realized that the so-called high-speed modernity is just that modern people quickly delete their own programs. Modernity is rapidly taking it away, but what can finally stay &; Mdash& ampmdash; It is destined to be the basalt of the earth, green hills, archaeopteryx and the moon of worship.

It's after midnight, the bright moon is slanting to the west, the Tianhe River is gradually falling, and the mountain shadows are faint. The early birds began to read aloud in droves, and the chickens in Shan Ye were crowing. On the roadside, several farmers' lights came on one after another, and I stopped in the nearby yard. The shopkeeper is an old man in his sixties. He said that his son and daughter-in-law are working in other places, he and his wife are working in agriculture, his grandchildren are in the third grade of primary school, and there is a cow. While milking, he said that there is no shortage of grass in the mountains, cows eat well and have more milk. Milk is milked in advance and then sold to the milk dealer, who then sells it to the milk factory in the city. He said that while old bones was still active, he would make some money, subsidize his family and prepare some pension money for himself. I squatted down to watch him milk, and the cow stood meekly. It doesn't care what flows into the milk bucket. It seems to be intoxicated with the pleasure of release, or it knows what it is, but it doesn't want to say it or care. It only feels that the people who raise it are grateful to it, and so are the grass and streams. What flows out is not its own, but the sky, the earth and the people, but it belongs to it. The starlight shines on the cow and the old man. The old man and the cow carved by starlight are like the gods of dawn. The milk bucket is almost full, but the milk is still pouring in and the stars are pouring in. Starlight and milk are rippling in a full bucket. Once again, I looked at the sky from the back of the old man and the back of the cow. I see that the sinking and dim Milky Way seems to have given the universe enough milk. hellip& amphellip

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Chinese Reading Prose for College Entrance Examination (2)

What I do every day: get up in the morning and have a look at the wheat pile. A total of * * * five stacks, lined up. You can leave them alone all day. In the afternoon, before dark, check the fields again to see if anything suspicious moves this way.

There are many things hidden in this field. One person, five stacks of wheat, is also a hidden person, and no one wants anyone to find out. Even the trees crouch for a long time, the trunk bends again and again, and the branches stretch on the ground. I have never seen a plant with its head held high like an poplar tree in the wilderness. There is something pressing on the head of everything, which makes me depressed.

For several afternoons, I noticed a shadow growing in the wilderness in the west. I can't see what that is. It squatted there alone, which kept me awake for several nights. If the things next to you get smaller and smaller and finally disappear, you may not care at all. When something around you suddenly grows up and becomes huge, you will feel panic and fear.

I got up at dawn in the morning and saw the shadow grow a little longer. Look at the wheat pile again. It seems to be much shorter overnight. I'm a little worried. I walked carefully with a shovel and walked in the wheat field for a while before I saw that it was a tree. A dead old tree suddenly grows many branches and leaves. I walked around the tree. Many leaves only grew last night, and I can feel that their branches and leaves are still growing and will grow more vigorously. I think a root of this old tree must have penetrated into the lush water layer deep in the land.

Where a tree can thrive, it will surely make a person live a decent life. I secretly remembered this place when I walked back. At that time, I began to vaguely realize that I let myself grow like a plant. Arms are too thin, legs are not thick, and courage is weak. I need a lot of things to grow. I seem to have forgotten to grow up for years.

As the rest of the work was completed bit by bit, inexplicable emptiness began to hang over the hut. When the work was finished, the sickle and shovel were thrown aside. Loneliness has become one thing. Loneliness and fear have become a major event.

For the first time, I felt that I was one, and they &; Mdash& ampmdash; Crowds of people are facing me. My community is in Taipingqu Village, dozens of miles away. At this moment, my villagers can't help me, nor can my friends and relatives.

My loneliness and fear come from the village. Everyone will eventually face the rest of loneliness and fear alone, whether in the crowd or in the wilderness. That belongs to him alone.

Just like a bug and a grass facing its joy and pain alone in its huge community. Other insects and grasses don't know.

When a tree dies, it enters a dead period longer than life without flowers and leaves. Other trees are still alive and flourishing. The sun shines on the green leaves and also on a dead tree. We can't see what dead trees look like in the sun. Its deeply buried roots are extending somewhere. We don't know what happened after death.

When a person dies, let's put it aside &; Mdash& ampmdash; Bury it. We live next to the grave. If you were alive, you would feel something was wrong. Who left this road, who did it, who said this, who loved that woman &; hellip& amphellip

I have lived among the villagers for decades, and everything has happened. If I stay any longer, there will be nothing new. The remaining decades, I will spend in flowers and plants, in the water and soil of insects and birds. I don't know if this is feasible. Maybe the villagers will call me back and let me marry a woman and have children. Let me dig the ground and plant wheat for a year. They won't let me be idle, and what they have to do must also be my business. They won't know, in my heart, these things have long since ended.

If I have anything to do, it is grass, insects and clouds.

I still have more than ten days in the wild, or longer. I just stay away from the villagers and do my own thing.

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Chinese Reading Prose for College Entrance Examination (3)

In BC 12 1 year, Huo Qubing, a famous Western Han Dynasty soldier, led his troops to settle in Huangshui River Basin and built Xiping Pavilion, a garrison site on the side of an indigenous thatched cottage. The history of Xining's city construction began.

The city later gave people the expectation that if you want to enjoy more than three kinds of national life scenes and cultural essence in one day, Xining is the first choice.

Xining brings together the oldest, most common, most colorful and most quality cultural bumps distributed in the vast world, making it a three-dimensional condensed version of ethnic blending and customs bonding. Islamic culture in the east of the city is as strong as Mecca. The Tibetan Buddhist culture in the south of the city is as primitive as an ancient Buddha; The culture of Confucianism and Taoism in this city is as strong as a city wall. There are also scattered immigrant culture and modern culture, which make this city have all the characteristics of humanity in ethnic convergence. The famous Muslim temple in Dongguan is a fusion of Chinese palaces and Arabic temples, while the gold-plated vase on the top of the ridge and the small prayer tube on the upper floor of the chanting hall highlight the classic decorative style of Tibetan Buddhism, which is unique in the world. There are two big squares in Xining, Central Square and Xinning Square. The big square is a big dance floor. Every morning and evening, there is a gorgeous group dance of thousands of people. Men, women and children of all ethnic groups gathered here and danced wildly in the pot. Guozhuang is a Tibetan round dance all over Tibetan areas, which can eliminate fatigue and troubles and produce love and joy. Today, love is still born, but it has crossed national boundaries. The marriage between Han and Tibetan continued to interpret the story of Songzan Gambo and Princess Wencheng in a pioneering way, and watched their next generation grow sturdily. You will find not only racial integration, but also blood integration. Tibetans wear Hanfu, and Han people speak Tibetan. When they see you, they will say "Qiao Demao" (hello) and say "Tashi Dele" (good luck). This is the case on many occasions, and you can't tell who is who. I have a friend whose hometown is in Beijing. He always said, "Joe must put you at risk." Or, "Tashildler, where are you?" After chatting for a long time, even Tibetan friends imitated him: "Joe has to take your risk." In Tibetan areas, the Han nationality is a "minority", so it is Tibetan first. This is the need of survival. For example, you must get used to drinking milk tea and eating Ciba, and you must follow Tibetan customs and beliefs. Secondly, the sinicization of Tibetans, which is a manifestation of progress and an inevitable trend of Tibetans.

Because winter is long and summer is short, Xining people's pursuit of green is as crazy as that of cattle, sheep and birds. As long as there are some Woods, tea gardens can appear, and as long as there are tea gardens, it can often be full. Drinking tea, drinking, singing, dancing, cities and people here explain the most authentic meaning, that is, no matter how busy, tired and difficult life is, people should create enjoyment, and enjoyment is accompanied by sadness, because for those who refuse to give up, there is still hope.

Buddhist scriptures in Xining,

Aquarius of Ta 'er Temple, I want to rot my liver and be sad.

I look numb with my big eyes open.

I don't think this is just a love song. Xining people's "big eyes" see farther. They believe that the "hidden sutra" is the true sutra worthy of "thinking bad" and "hurting bad". Therefore, Xining became the starting point of Qinghai-Tibet Highway and Qinghai-Tibet Railway.

The Qinghai-Tibet Highway and the Qinghai-Tibet Railway extend from Xining, just like holding out two strong arms and hugging Tibet tightly. Qinghai-Tibet Plateau mdash Qinghai and Tibet, because of the existence of these two lifelines, the integration from ancient times to the present has become tangible. It is not only a unified geographical plate, regional plate and ethnic plate, but also a unified customs plate, cultural plate and economic plate. In the sense of indivisibility and never division, it has become China's belief continent and gospel highland. Xining is the gateway to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the birthplace of Zong Kaba, the respected Lama and the teacher of the Panchen Lama. It gave birth to the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, and planted a bodhi tree in the blessed land of Babel Lotus, with 100,000 roaring Buddha statues on its leaves. More than 600 years ago, people in Xining realized that this was a miracle that shocked the world. After the excitement of running around telling each other subsided, they set up slates and towers around the trees, so they had the Ta 'er Temple.

Ta 'er Temple is a beacon of faith, aiming to lead all beings to light and peace, nobility and happiness. It is in this sense that the Ta 'er Temple of the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism has never been just a holy place for Tibetans, and most of the Han people have attachment and reverence for it. Once, I picked a handful of leaves from a bodhi tree in front of Dawenwa Temple in Ta 'er Temple, and brought them to the mother of a friend of Han nationality who had been ill for a long time, telling her that this kind of leaves could cure the disease, which was only a kind of psychological comfort for her. But a month later, my friend told me that my mother's illness had gradually improved since I drank the water soaked in those leaves. I know that the magical Ta 'er Temple has stood in the heart of this Han mother for a long time, so the leaves of Ta 'er Temple are effective. It was the common belief of Tibetans that cured her illness, not me or the leaves.