What are the good words, good sentences and good paragraphs in the grass house?

The hand is hungry and thirsty, the body is strong, strong and well-proportioned, and approachable.

Concentrate, skillful, calm, unhurried, and study hard.

Lost soul, full of spirit, steel and iron bones, beautiful Peugeot, light and slender, bright and upright.

Cover the volume, meditate, focused, and heroic.

Invincible, calm, hungry, thirsty, glue-like, methodical, obvious to all, and earnest.

The jade is burning, the words are shocking, the same bed and different dreams, the same joys and sorrows, tears are falling, the fame is great, the momentum is huge, and the people are shocked.

The pigeons seem to know that their owners will leave them for good tomorrow morning, hovering in the air. Finally, they join each other, as if forming a huge white* wreath that revolves high and low around the mulberry.

There was not a trace of wind, and the mulberry trees seemed to be stationary.

The autumn breeze is rising, the day and the night are accompanied, rubbing, squandering, flickering light and dark, autumn white clouds; Gentle as a flocculent, long away, the dead leaves of the sycamore are flickering and falling in the autumn wind. The boy suddenly felt that he wanted to cry, so he whimpered quietly.

"Grass House" is a long story created by writer Cao Wenxuan**. The work tells the story of the boy Sangsang's unforgettable and unforgettable six-year primary school life. These six years are the six years when he received enlightenment education in life.

Grass House contents:

**The story takes place in Yau Ma Tei, in the story, through the unforgettable and unforgettable description of the six years of primary school life of the protagonist boy Sangsang, it tells the story of five children, Sangsang, Vulture Crane, Du Xiaokang, Xima, Paper Moon and Yau Ma Tei's teacher Jiang Yilun, the entanglement of the relationship between Baique and the children's painful growth process.

In the past six years, Sang Sang has witnessed or directly participated in a series of seemingly ordinary but tear-jerking and touching stories: the flawless innocence between boys and girls, the pathos and grace of unfortunate teenagers when they fight against doom, the brilliance of personality shining in the last moments of the dying old man, the deep and beautiful understanding of life in the experience of death, and the confusing and poetic emotional entanglement between adults......All this is both clearly and dimly displayed in the world of the young Sangsang. These six years are the six years when he received enlightenment education in life.

Background: Cao Wenxuan's family lives by a large river. This is his favorite situation, and he has written this charming sentence more than once in his works.

That's when I entered the world of water. A big river, a big river of smoke and rain, is fluttering. The water is bubbling, and his pen is also bubbling with water.

So Cao Wenxuan, based on his own personal feelings and experiences, began to create ** "Grass House" in 1995.

1. It was raining heavily that day, and the vulture came to school without an umbrella. Although it was raining, it was not dark, so in the silver rain curtain, the head of the vulture was exceptionally bright. The paper moon and toon, which were playing with a red oil paper umbrella, flashed on the side of the road and let the vulture walk over.

The vulture sensed it, and the two girls' eyes were watching his head under the red oil-paper umbrella, and he walked past them. When he turned to look at them, he saw two girls covering their mouths with their hands, hiding their smiles. The vulture walked towards the school with his head down, but instead of entering the classroom, he walked into the bamboo forest by the river.

2. He looked at the sky, and the sky was as clean as water. The moon seems to be still, and it is like a fluttering ......In the moonlight, Sang Sang saw Jiang Yilun and Bai Que from a distance. Jiang Yilun leaned on a tree, still in the most beautiful posture.

But the white finch sat there. Bai Que didn't look at Jiang Yilun, he held his chin with both hands, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the sky. The moon shone on the top of the reed flower, as if Jiang Yilun and the white finch were gently surrounded in a dreamy world.

3. At night, Sang Sang followed the sound of crickets in the garden, and heard the sound of flutes on the grass by the lotus pond. The moon is not dazzling tonight, and there is a blurry trance. Sang Sang couldn't see Jiang Yilun and Bai Que clearly, but he could clearly see their shadows.

Jiang Yilun leaned on the willow tree, using the posture that fascinated Sangsang the most: his legs were slightly crossed. The movements of the white finch were particularly soft under such a moonlight.

Sang Sang sat on the edge of the pond and watched blankly, and the few crickets he had caught escaped from the box.