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Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" is a famous piece of modern lyrical prose. Through the delicate depiction of "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", the article euphemistically expresses his complex thoughts and feelings of dissatisfaction with reality, longing for freedom, and wanting to transcend reality but unable to, leaving us with the footprints of the upright intellectuals of old China wandering forward in the midst of suffering. The author uses accurate and appropriate language to describe the moonlight under the lotus pond and feel the "faint joy" born from being in the beautiful scenery of a good day.

The moonlight poured silently on the leaves and flowers like flowing water. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in cow's milk; It's like a dream with a light veil.

Although it was a full moon, there was a faint layer of clouds in the sky, so it could not shine brightly; But I think it's just right, a good night's sleep, and a nap is also unique. The moonlight shone through the trees, and the shrubs in the high places fell jagged mottled black shadows; The sparse shadow of the crooked willow seems to be painted on the lotus leaf. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous song played by Fan Jingling.

Notre Dame de Paris" is the right fit. "Sheep Fat Ball" is a bit casual.

Zhu Ziqing is a famous modern writer in China, and he has written many beautiful prose. The following passage is an excerpt from his essay "Spring". The language of this prose is fresh, lively, delicately described, and full of spring.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near. Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains were moistened, the waters rose, and the sun's face flushed.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, behold, there are a lot of them. Sitting, lying down, playing two rolls, kicking a few kicks, running a few races, catching a few hides.

The wind was soft, and the grass was soft.

"How Steel is Made" is a famous ** by the Soviet writer Ostrovsky. The main content of the book is based on the writer's own legendary experience, and the protagonist of the book is a communist fighter with an iron will, Paul Kochakin. The following words are the words of Paul standing in front of the grave of his comrades.

The most precious thing in life is life. Life belongs to us only once. This is how a person's life should be lived:

When he looks back, he does not regret that he wasted his time, nor is he ashamed of his inaction. In this way, when he was dying, he would be able to say that my whole life and all my energies were devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world — the struggle for the liberation of all mankind.

Autumn nostalgia for Stetson After my legs were paralyzed, my temper became furious. Looking at the array of geese returning north in the sky, I would suddenly smash the glass in front of me; Listening to the sweet singing on the radio, I would slam what I was doing against the walls around me. My mother quietly hid out and listened to me from a place I couldn't see.

When all was silent again, she crept in again, looking at me with red eyes. "I heard that the flowers in the North Sea are blooming, so I'll push you for a walk. That's what she always said.

My mother loved flowers, but since my leg was paralyzed, all the flowers she was tending to had died. "No, I'm not going! I thumped these two hateful legs with all my might, shouting:

What do I live for! My mother jumped over and grabbed my hand, held back her crying and said, "Let's live together, live ......well, live well.""But I never knew that her illness had reached that point.

Later, my sister told me that she often had liver pain that she couldn't sleep all night. That day, I sat alone in the house again, watching the leaves fall outside the window. Mother came in and blocked the window:

The chrysanthemums in the North Sea are blooming, and I'll push you to take a look. A pleading look appeared on her haggard face. "When?

Well, just tomorrow. I said. She sat down with joy and stood up at the same time:

Then hurry up and prepare. "Oh, are you annoying? A few steps, what is there to prepare!

She also smiled, sat next to me, and babbled: "After reading the chrysanthemums, let's go to 'Fangshan', you loved to eat pea yellow there when you were a child." Remember when I took you to the North Sea?

You say that the poplar flower is a caterpillar, running, stepping on a ......She suddenly stopped talking. For words like "run" and "step". She's more sensitive than I am.

She quietly went out again. She went out. He never came back.

She was still gulping for blood when the neighbors lifted her into the car. I didn't expect her to be sick like that. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought that it would be an eternal farewell.

When the neighbor's boy carried me to see her, she was struggling to breathe, like she had a hard life. I was told that her last words before she fell unconscious were: "My sick son and my underage daughter .......""It's autumn again, and my sister pushed me to go to Beihai to see chrysanthemums.

The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are noble, and the purple-red flowers are warm and deep, splashing and sprinkling, and they are blooming in the autumn breeze. I understood what my mother had left unfinished. My sister understands it too.

The two of us are together, and we have to live a good ......

37.If you don't climb the mountains, you don't know the height of the sky; Not near the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. Xunzi Persuasion".

38.Ascend and move, the arm is not lengthened, and the one who sees is far away; Blowing with the wind, the sound is not a disease, but the hearer is prominent. Xunzi Persuasion".

39.Learning is not a last resort. Xunzi Persuasion".

40.Perseverance, rotten wood does not break; Perseverance, gold and stone can be carved. Xunzi Persuasion".

41.I try to think all day long, it is better to learn what I have to learn; I try to look at it, it is better to climb the heights. Xunzi Persuasion".

Although there are delicacies and food, I don't know its purpose; Although there is a supreme way, Buddha learns, but I don't know its goodness. The Book of Rites and Learning

43.We must constantly improve our own abilities in order to benefit ourselves and others. If you have the ability to do practical things, you won't be talking about it after all. The end of the story is always full of money, and the title of the gold list is the title. - Fang Haiquan.

44.There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea. - Han Yu.

45.Self-esteem is not light, self-confidence is not complacency, independence is not isolation. Xu Teli.

46.Behind the scenery, it is either vicissitudes or dirty. - An Daoran.

47.Threesome, there must be my teacher. Choose those who are good and follow them, and change those who are not good. - Confucius.

48.An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time. - Wang Zhenbai.

49.True knowledge must come from science. --Sun Yat-sen.

50.Happiness in poverty --- folk proverb.

51.The separation of theory from practice was the greatest misfortune --- da Vinci.

52.You can't hide it from the township as a thief, and you can't hide it from your tongue and teeth if you steal food. --Anonymous.

53.If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will die. - Confucius.

54.Read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles. - Qian Yong.

55 Read more than 10,000 volumes, and write like a god. - Du Fu.

55Read a book, increase wisdom.

It's all in the 6th grade language books! Don't flip through it yet! `

An explanation of love.

What is love? An elf sits among the green foliage in contemplation.

The wind is as if there is nothing.

A bird flew over and perched on a branch, looking out at the ripening rice fields in the distance.

The elf took out a bunch of yellow rice and asked, "Do you love this rice?" ”

Love. "Why? ”

It drives my hunger. ”

The birds peck at the rice and gently comb their glossy feathers.

Do you love this rice now? The elf took out another bunch of yellow rice.

The elf plucked a leaf and filled it with a pool of spring water.

The birds drank the water and prepared to fly away.

Are you going to do something more important? I have rice and springs here. ”

I'm going to go to that valley with hyacinths and see that hyacinth. ”

"Why? Does it drive away your hunger? ”

No. "Does it nourish your thirst? ”

No. "Then why are you going to see it? ”

I need it. ”

Why do you need it? ”

I love it. ”

Why love it? ”

I miss it day and night. ”

Why miss it? ”

I love it. The elf was silent for a moment, then asked another question:

Why do you only love that one hyacinth? There are countless hyacinths in the valley. ”

Because it's the only one. ”

"Why? Is it different from all the other hyacinths? ”

Some. "What's the difference? ”

It's the only one I love. ”

The elf laughed softly, and the bird flapped its wings away.